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Buffalo. Bill and the Apache Dwarfs;

Or, PAWNEE BILL IN THE SAN SIMON DESERT.

By the author of ‘‘BUFFALO BILL.”

CHAPTER I.
A PRESENT FOR BUFFALO BILL.

Some one hammered on the door of Buffalo Bill’s
room, occupied at the moment by Pawnee Bill and ‘the tall
man who had announced himself as Crockett Brace, the
sport from. Durango.

“Come in!” Pawnee called.

When the door was pushed open, he saw Billy Jaynes,

. the réd-nosed bell hop and general utility man of the

Miner’s Rest, the adobe hotel of Wagstaff, which Buf-
falo Bill had honored with his patronage.

“Present for Buffalo Bill downstairs,”
nounced.

“Bring it up.”

Jaynes grinned.

-“T reckon it’s a basket of rocks,” he said.
it. A couple of reds brought it in a minute ago. They
said it was a basket of fruit for Buffalo Bill. But if
that basket contains oranges, or even cactus pears, they’ve

Jaynes an-

*““Hefts like

got more weight than any I ever met up with.”

“Have it sent up. Cody is out right now, but it can be
left here until he returns.”

Billy Jaynes left the room.

“T didn’t know that Pard Bill had any redskin ad-
mirers in these parts,’ remarked Pawnee, “‘but it seems he
has. Have a smoke, Brace, while we wait for him, and
then perhaps we can help him enjoy the fruit. As I was
saying, you look so much like him that I have to keep
staring at you.”

Fishing cigars from leather receptacles i in the crown of
his wide Stetson, Pawnee Bill laid them on the table.

“Pye been told that more than once,”
Brace, as he picked up a cigar. ‘Neat thing you’ve got
there, in your hat.”

said, Crockett:

“I had to provide for my beastly smoking habit on the
trail, and that’s the result.”

Pawnee passed over matches.

mbhie Way you dress, 100,” he said, “adds to the tea.)
semblance.”

Brace laughed.

“Imitation is said to be the sincerest form of flattery.
Still, I don’t reckon my get-up is so very much like his.
I wear thigh boots and a white Stetson. But that’s not.
uncommon out here. You do it yourself. What I want

to see him about, though, is that Irishman that tried to
‘throw a knife into me at Silver Belt last week. He

thought I was Buffalo Bill, when he did it; and, finding
that Cody was in this here town, I allowed I ought to
tell him.’ If the Irishman comes loafing this way and
sees the genuine Buffalo’ Bill, he may make another try
at ite. ’

Scratching his match, Brace lighted his cigar oo set-
tled back in his chair.

“Another thing,” he said; “I wanted to ask him about
the Earl of Dunbarton, who is reported lost somewhere
down here, with a reward of fifty thousand out for the
man that finds him,”

Pawnee concealed the start this gave him, and stared
into the face of the tall man before him.

“That was a queer case,” he said.

“Queer enough,” declared Brace. “Ihe earl comes
nosing down irfo the San Simon Desert, according to re-
ports, hunting fossils; then he gets lost from his. party
and disappears. When the family on the other side of
the big pond receive word of it, they make the Atlantic
cables so hot that the ocean fairly boils. First they offer
a reward of five thousand pounds, then increase it to ten
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twenty thousand. I think I’d like to look into that, my-
seit. Arid, ar [ aint out in a guess, that’s what Cody
is down here for now.’

Pawnee Biil smoked noncorhmittally.

ne, that richer

“You'll have to ask ney about that, ” Pawnee de-
clared.

“That’s my guess, et

Heavy steps were heard in the hall leading to the
room, and again the door opened, and Jaynes appeared.
Behind him were two porters, who bore between them a
tall basket of Indian manufacture, made of rushes.
Bringing it into the room, they set it on the table.

“Man downstairs wants to see you a minute, Major
Lillie,” Jaynes announced, using Pawnee Bill’s right name.
“Shall we lift the cover of this thing while you’ re gone?
I’d like to see the fruit that’s as heavy as this is.’

“Cody will be here in a minute and attend to it.
didn’t#you send the man up?”

“He wouldn't come. Said it was important, and for
you to drop downstairs, if you wanted to know about it.
Don’t. think you want to open that up, eh?”

““T never open a pard’s packages, nor his letters.”

Taking up his hat, Pawnee Bill left the room.

Downstairs, he met Jim Greer, the sheriff.

Says: said Greer, “them two ‘ki. -yis that was in here
jest now askin’ for Cody—wasntt they “Paches ?”

_T didn’t sée ‘them. They sent up a big basket of
fruit. They must have been Mohaves. But, if Apaches,

they were probably some of Cody’s old Teton scouts; I
heard recently some were camped below here.
what you wanted to see me about?”

“No, ’tain’t,” Greer admitted; “I could have come up-
stairs to say that. I wanted to ask about the man you got
up there,”

“Crockett Brace, from Durango? He says he wanted
to warn Cody against a certain Irishman, who was over
in Silver Belt, and might stray this way. "He admits that
he is a sport.”

“A gambler. I think I’ll keep an eye on him. <A fel-
ler of about his build knifed a man at Red Dog the other
day, in an argument at’cards. I got news of him. The
description tallies, all but the clothes. I reckon you no-
ticed the chap upstairs is togged out a good deal like
Cody ?”

“And looks somewhat like him,’ Pawnee added.

Greer drew a letter from his pocket.

“Here’s the description: ‘Tall, well-built, fine- baling
blue eyes; wears his hair long, and has a beard. Fellow
upstairs has a mustache and imperial ; but it wouldn't
take a barber long to turn a beard into an imperial. I
reckon I got to keep my eye on that chap.”

Upstairs, Billy Jaynes had lingered. He had heard the
sheriff talking, and it made him interested in the stranger,
Crockett Brace. He was also interested in the heavy bas-
ket, said to contain fruit. .

“Injuns aire sometimes mighty generous,’ he said to
Brace. ‘““There was the case of old man Johnson and
the Mohave what got caught when the dam broke at the
head of the Rainbow flume; the Mohave was workin’
there, and got a leg jammed between the timbers. John-
son got him out, taking big risks to do it. Next week, the
Mohave, that everybody thought Was poorer’n sin, sent
Johnson a bag of gold dust wu’th a cool thousand del
lafs. Sometimes they're taken that ae: But not gin’r-

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BILL STORIES.

He was looking at the tall basket of curious Indian
workmanship on the table.

“Apaches left that for Cody?” said Brace.

“Anyhow,” declared Billy Jaynes, “they looked like
Apaches. Them fellers was mighty dark. Some Apaches,
ye know, aire nigh about as black as niggers.”

Ee lingered wistfully.

“Well,” he declared reluctantly, “T ain’t got time to
wait for Cody.”

When he passed out of the room, he did not close
the door tightly. Moving along the hall with a brisk
clatter, he stopped at the head of the stairs, and slipped
off his shoes. Then he crept back, and dropped down by
the door. With his face against ‘the floor, there was a
crack under the door through which he could look.

The tall man had left his chair and was standing by
the table. Billy Jaynes could see only his legs and body,
but he knew he was inspecting the tall basket.

The man had taken out his knife, and, with the point
of the blade, was pulling apart the knot in the cord that
held the basket: -cover in place. When he had loosened
the knot, he stopped and stood listening. Apparently, he
had quite as much curiosity as the bell hop, on the other
side of the door. ;

When Brace heard nothing, concluding he had time for
a look, and could replace the cover of the basket before
the return of Pawnee Bill, he lifted it:

The act that followed can best be described by calling
to mind the action of a jack-in-the-box. - The head and
body of an Indian dwarf popped out of the box. The
next instant the hand of the dwarf drove into the throat
of Crockett Brace something that pricked and etune like
a needle.

Brace fell back, with a cry of amazement, rage, and
chagrin, and clawed frantically at his throat.

With a guttural cry, the dwarf stabbed at his own
throat; then sank back into the box,

Pawnee Bill was coming up the stairs.

Billy Jaynes, wildy excited, had thrown open ‘the ‘door
of the room, and was looking in. He saw coe Brace
clawing at his throat.

The gambler’s face was white, with a bluish ance. He
coughed, and tried to speak. So far as Billy Jaynes
could see, the basket was empty, with the cover hanging
against the side, where it had fallen.

“Get me some—get me if

Brace’s eyes began to stare. He swa au ced to® ae
from falling by clutching at the table, then slid heavily to

 

the floor.

Billy Jaynes turned about, his face pale with fright,

and et Pawnee Bill,

“You heard that?’ he gasped. “Something awful has
happened in there. I don’t know what it was, but I
think that man in there is dead.”

Pawnee Bill leaped to the door and. entered.

Crockett Brace was on the floor, breathing stertorously,
his hands at his throat. He was already ‘unconscious
when Pawnee Bill bent over him.

“What happened to him?’ Pawnee demanded: of
Jaynes, who had foliowed into the room,

: vel don't know, But he was foolin’ with the: basket.

Pawnee saw that the lid was off the backer. 4

“Send Greer up here. Fle’s down in the wihicer: And

send some one out for Cody. Tell the clerk to come up
here, too:”’ if eR

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- Billy Jaynes flew for the stairs.
There he stopped long enough to put on his shoes;

and, hoping that their absence from his feet had not been.

noticed by Pawnee Bill, he tumbled downstairs.

When Greer came lumbering up the stairs with the
clerk, Jaynes followed, and came into the room with
them.

Pawnee Bill was supporting the head of the man on
the floor, and trying to force some whisky down. his
throat.

“Send for a doctor,” he ordered; “and keep hespke out
of this room. Did you send a messenger for Cody,
Billy ?”

cf forgot it!” Jaynes said.

“Do it at once; and send up a doctor. Greer, you stay
—you and the clerk. This looks like murder.”

“What done it?” asked the sheriff.

“T don’t know. Look in the basket, but be careful.
There’s probably a snake in it.”

Greer stepped to the table, and, tiptoeing, looked into
the basket.

veatcat Scott! he-cried
and he’s dead.”

. Pawnee dropped the man he was holding, and leaped
to the table. ;

“Look out!’-Greer yelled.
too.”

“Turn the basket over on the table,’ Pawnee ordered.
- The Indian dwarf was spilled out, and lay sprawling
on the table, and with him a small snake, coral red, with
black spots. Snake and Indian were both dead, or seemed
tOVpe. . ; ia

“Deserted Jericho!” cried Pawnee.
ing of this?”

“Looks like some kind of back-actin’ treachery,” said
Greer. “This is one o’ them San Simon Apache dwarfs,
I reckon; I never seen one before, but he fills the bill.”

The face of the man on the floor had turned a dull lead
color; and, in spite of the difference in complexion, the

“There’s a:redskin in here,

“There's a snake in there;

“What’s the mean-

face of the dwarf showed a tendency. to the same leaden,

hue.

That the redskin was not a boy, but a fat -grown In--

dian of dwarfish size, was apparent. In addition, he wore
the eagle feather of a warrior, which of itself. proclaimed
that he had reached the manhood age.

“Dead!” said Pawnee. “ “Both dead.”

“Likewise the snake,’’ Greer added.

When Greer drew his bowie and prodded the reptile,
it did not move.

* Queer thing here,” he said.
reckon, that this here snake has been choked to death?”

Putting the point of the knife against the neck of the

snake, he loosened a loop of horsehair which had been

drawn tight. i

The clerk of the hotel was staring, speechless.,,

“Do you know anything about this basket, any more
than the bell boy told?’ Pawnee Bill asked, = *

“Two Indians brought it into the office and said it held
fruit—a present for Buffalo Billy’

“Were they Apaches?”

“Tedon’t know. “All Indians look pretty much alike to
mie, Burtt supposed they were Mohaves, as there are a
lot round the town.” -

“What do you make out of it?’ asked Greer.

Before Pawnee could express an opinion, Billy Jaynes |

hurriedly returned, accompanied by a doctor. '

‘here a while.

‘and he did. That’s the basket.

left.

Vou aint noticed):

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CHAPTER. Uf,
THE SAN SIMON DWARFS.

Buffalp Bill followed the doctor into the room.

In spite of Billy Jaynes’ scared recital, the scout was not
prepared for what he saw.

The doctor dropped to the side of the man on the
floor and felt for his pulse.

“Dead!” he said.

“Redskin and snake ditto,” reported Greer.
on the table.”

The doctor gravely examined the body of the Indian
dwarf.

“Yes, dead!” he said. “I don’t see that I can do any-
thing. How did it happen?”

“As to-how it happened, we've got to guess,” declared
Pawnee. “But I can tell you what little I know: The
man on the floor is Crockett Brace, who came up to make
a call on Cody. Cody was out, and I entertained Brace.
Brace said he was from Durango, and
called himself a sport. He had been attacked by an Irish-
man with a knife, at Silver Belt, and he rather thought
it was because he looked somewhat like Cody. That was
his report of it. He said he thought he ought to warn

= Lhey re

- Cody to be on the lookout, for the Irishman en ey

over this way.

“While we were talking, the bell boy brought in a mes-
sage that a basket of fruit had been left downstairs for
Cody by a couple of Indians. I told him to send it up,
It was covered, and was
set there on the table.

“Greer wanted to see me downstairs, and I went down,
leaving Brace here in the room; and the bell boy hadn’t
When I got back, this is what I found.”

Greer looked steadily at the face of the man on the floor,
drew out his description of the man who had been too
free with his knife at Red Dog, and read it over.

. “It looks like this was the man that was wanted over
at Red Dog,” he said, “but I don’t know. Anyway, it’s
too late now.’

Buffalo Bill had listened with startled interest.

“This seems to be a case for the coroner,” he said to
the hotel clerk. ‘Will you be kind enough to have him
called:

The clerk departed. ee

“Those Indians, Greer,’’ said the scout ;
like? I believe you saw them.”

“lL saw a couple on the street by the hotel, here, but
didn’t notice ’em close. Still, I thought they was Apaches.
And that one on the table—look at him! One of them
San Simon dwarfs, sure as you! re born. You know about
them, Cody ?”*

“T don’ t,” the scout admitted, ‘What about them?”

“This is a San Simon dwarf,” said Greer. “He is what
you'd call a Throwback. Gen’rally speakin’, all the San
Simon Apaches aire big and husky; but about onc’t in
so often a dwarf turns up among ‘em. The reason is
said to be that a long time ago a family of dwarf red-
skins amalgamated with the San Simons. The San Si-
mons don’t take to the dwarfs—it’s considered a disgrace
to the tribe to have these dwarfs appearin’; so they weed
7em out. But not until the dwarf has got to be a man.

“While he’s growin’ up, it’s drilled into him what a
disgrace he is to the whole San Simon tribe, and that
the only way he can square things and wipe out that dis-
grace is to make a finish that’s propetly brave and be-

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' comin’. He is dec’rated with the warrior’s feather, and
from then on he jest waits for the chance to die a hero.
If he makes good, he gets the everlastin’ happiness here-
after of huntin’ continyul on the sunniest slopes of the
happy huntin’ grounds. If he don’t make good, he don’t
git there at all. That’s what he believes.

- “Consequence is,” Greer added, “them dwarfs is ready
for any desperate play that the tribe or the head men
put up to ’em. Gin’rally it’s murderin’ somebody; and
the dwarf kills himself at the same time. Looks to me
that’s what’s been done: here.”’

Pawnee Gill drew a deep breath of relief.

“Pard Cody,” he said, “I guess you can thank your
good fortune that Crockett Brace happened in here, and
looked like you.”

“You mean the dwatf mistook him for me?”

“That’s just what I mean.” ne

“But how the killin’ was done,” said Greer, “I don’t
see yet. The snake couldn’t have bit ’em, for it was
dead.”’

The doctor was again down on the floor beside Brace.

“Something was driven into this man’s throat,” he an-
nounced.

Buffalo Bill glanced at the dead snake on the table,

“Be careful how you handle it, whatever it is,” he
warned the doctor. “That is, if you mean to draw the
thing out of the man’s throat. You've noticed that snake
en the table?”

“I can’t see what it had to do with this affair,” the doc-
tor declared.

“That little mottled poison bottle is the opiata veneno,
as the Mexicans call it. It’s first cousin to the coral snake,
and that’s about the deadliest thing that crawls. So my
guess is that some of the poison of the snake was driven
inte the man’s throat.”

The doctor worked carefully, and drew out a tiny metal
tube, like a hollow needle, lifted it with a pair of pincers,
and deposited it gingerly on the table. pel

“That was driven close in by the jugular,” he said.
“Still, it made only a puncture.”

Stepping to the doubled-up body of the dwarf, he looked
at the neck.

“Ah! Here’s the mate of it, I think.”

He extracted another little tube, and placed it on the
table beside the first. Each seemed to have been filled
with the peison of the snake, a greenish fluid,

“Will some one get me a piece of glass?” the doctor
asked. |

Greer smashed a windowpane, and placed a section of
it on the table. On the broken pane, the doctor laid the
little tubes he had extracted.

_- “This grows interesting,” he’said. “If the poison, as

"we suppose it to be, spills out of the tubes, the glass will

cateh it.. Even if it dries, the poison will likely remain,
and we can later get some idea about it. But I’m ready
to accept right now the conclusion that it came from the
fangs of the snake.” 4

Buffalo Bill pried open the jaws of the snake with his
knife and discovered that the poison fangs had Been re-
moved.

“I think,” he said, “the snake was caught and killed,
and the fangs pulled, so that the poison could be got out
of them.”

“But why-in the
asked Greer.

“Tf we accept Major Lillie’s conclusion that the poison

nation was it put into the basket?”

“

BILL STORIES.

was intended for me—or to kill some one, we canssafely
assume that the Apaches wanted it known what the poison
was; so they put the snake in the basket, with the dwarf,
who was to do the work.”

“But why should they want to kill you, Cady?” Pawnee
Bill asked.

“Ah! Now you've got me. I don’t know.”

“You ain't got any enemies among them San Simon
Apaches?” queried Greer, ee

“T don’t think I even know any of them. Who is
their chief P? ~.
“Well, all’ I know is hearsay,’ said Greer. “Two

-months or so ago, their chief died. Then Satanta moved

over from the Mogollons, where he had been on short feed
because of the pony soldiers chasin’ him so much, and he
was made chief.”

The scout uttered an exclamation.

“That surprises your” said Greer.

“T didn’t know old Satanta was down here in the San
Simon Desert, that’s all. The old reprobate would kill
me, 40 he-could.” |

“And you begin to think this was his try at it?’

“It looks it. But how he got news that I was here
heats me.”

“You've been here three or four days now,” said
Greer. “Indians aire drifting in and out of Wagstaff
all the time. Mostly they’re Mohaves. But some of ’em
aire San Simon Apaches, I never pay much attention
to. ’em, unless they load up with liquor; then I run ’em
out of town, or put ‘em in the lockup, if they’re inclined to
be ugly. If some of the Apaches that have been in town
happened to be Satanta’s,.and had seen you, I reckon
they'd hustle the news to their chief, Then he might
take a notion into his head to even some old score by
sendin’ a dwarf after you.”

The scout turned this over in*his mind,

“Maybe you’re right,’ he admitted.

“You ain't got a likelier theory?”

“Tm up in the air. Tell me again what you know about
the San Simon dwarfs.” ‘ i
_ Greer elaborated his story of the dwarfs without add-
ing anything to it.

“Them dwarfs,” he added, “accordin’ te my under-
standin’, stand ready to make any desperate play that the
head men ask of ’em, Say, then, that old Satanta heard
you was here. In his capacity of San Simon chief he
asked the head men to send a dwarf to git you. I reckon
they’d do it. Looks it, anyhow.’ eeoke

A heavy trampling was heard in the hall.

“I guess the coroner is here,” said the scaut.

CHAPTER III,
OLD NOMAD’S STORY.

But when the door opened, old Nick Nomad came in.

He seemed excited, and was about to say something.
But when he saw the dead man on the floor and the
little Indian and the snake on the table he stopped.

“Whoop! he exclaimed, “What kind of a seance ye
got hyar, anyhow? Is this hyar a show fe

“Serious business, Nomad,” said the scout quietly. .We
have sent for the coroner,” Be

“What killed ’em?”

The borderman was staring at the snake.

“We don’t know. Poison, we think, Those little tubes

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The Indian dwarf was in the
The basket was

to be Apaches; and they said it was filled with fruit for
me.

Then it seems
that thé man who had given his name to Pawnee as
Crockett Brace, let his curiosity get the better of him
while Pawnee was out of the room, and opened the
We think the dwarf leaped out of the basket
and stabbed Brace in the throat with one of the tubes,
and stabbed himself in the throat with the other.”

“Great jumpin’ sandhills!”

“We're a good deal hazy as to details, put that’s our
The poison probably came out of the
fangs of that snake. Anyway, its Tohgs: have been
drawn,”

“Horned toads an’ tarantulars! Don’ , thet plum’ knock
ye? But, say!”

HYee.)) |

“Mebbyso I kin throw a leetle light on et.”

“You? We'll be glad to have you do it.”

“T jest got in, ye know, and come up hyar hustlin’,
intendin’ ter report a remarkable thing I seen out in ther
aidge o’ the San Simon Desert, whilst 1 was amblin’ in
on ole Hide-rack. |

*Hearin’ reds yellin’ ter beat ther band, I slides off'n
my hoss, an’ climbs er hill ter see what is bitin’ em.
Then I diskiver er dozen er so 0” *Paches howlin’ round
er leetle snake they war tryin’ ter capter.”

He stopped and stared at the snake on the table.

mt didn’t know jest what they war doin’ at fust, until
one er ’em, thet hed a fishin’ pole, yanked et up, and I
seen er snake danglin’ an’ flappin’ at ther end of a line.

“Vou know how they ketches snakes.
loop at ther end of a pole, and when Mr. Snake pops
out his head ter strike, he rams et through ther loop,
and they has got him. What I’m wonderin’ is, ef 1
ain’t seein’ thet same snake erg’in.”

“When was that?’ the scout asked.

“This mornin’.”

“In the edge of the desert, to the south?
that way? How far from here?”

“No more than three or four miles?’

“Tt took you all that time to get in?”

“Waugh! Et wouldn’t, ef I hadn’t been driv’ back.
T warn't huntin’ no ’Paehes—seein’ ‘et I hadn’t lost any
an’ don’t like ’em nohow—so I quick slides down ther
hill an’ gees ter git my hoss. But jest then more ‘Paches

You came

‘.éome er- ridin’ down on me, from ther direction 0 ther

town, an’ seein’ me they gives chase.

“Waugh | Ole Hide-rack shore shows ’ em his shinin’
heels, But ther trouble aire, we aire then p’intin’ straight
erway frum this place. Consekence was, | didn’t git
back inter ther trail till along this afternoon ; so | arriy’
hyar erbout ’steen hours behind time.”

They asked him a number ef questions about the
Apaches.

at. guess,”
snake again,
“This queer way of trying to get a man,’
“strikes me as a mighty singular thing.”

“Singular enough,’ Pawnee Bill admitted. ‘Yet not so
strange, when one begins to understand it. Satanta hates
Pard Bill like poison. The dwarf, sent here by Sataunta,
killed the man he thought was Cody, then made a quick

remarked the scout,
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hele himself, probably to escape punishment for the
eet

“It’s their way of making a finish, when they've done
the thing ordered,” said Greer, ‘ ‘That’ s what I’ve heard.”

The coroner now came in, convoyed by Billy Jaynes.
Behind them were a number of men, filling the hall.

Out of the ranks of these men the coroner promptly
drew a jury, and began his wark.

He had the body of Brace examined again by the
doctor.

“Before we begin listenin’ to your tale of woe, doc,”
he announced, “we'll have the pockets of the dead man

‘looked into for any papers that may throw light on this

thing.”

The foreman of the jury made the search.

“One flat pocketbook,” he said, producing it.
a belt, with revolvers, cartridges, and knife.”

_He placed them on the table, close by the head of the
dead dwarf. Then he returned to his task.

“The next thing I unearths is this sheet of paper,
folded like you see it. Shall I examine it?”

Yes,” said the coroner, ‘‘Open it.’

When opened, it was seen to be a placard offering a
reward of ten thousand pounds, or fifty thousand dollars,
for information leading to the finding of the Earl of Dun-
barton, who had dropped out of sight somewhere in or
near the San Simon Desert a month er two before.

“Put it on the table with the other stuff,” the coroner
ordered,

The foreman obeyed, and again got busy with the
pockets of the dead man. He breught out a pipe and a
pouch ef tobacco, and some loose change; and followed
this by announcing that he had found another paper.

This seemed to be a letter.

“Open it!” commanded the eoroner.

‘Writ’ this time,” said the foreman, “and I ain’t
no good fist at that, when it’s as obscure as this looks
to be ta me. | reckon, Mr. Coroner, you'd better tackle
ak 93 ‘
When tne coroner “tackled” it, he sprung a surprise
of the biggest dimensions.

This is what he read aloud:

“Also

“T am the Earl of Dunbarton, and keep this sheet of
writing in my pocket that I may be identified by it if
anything happens to me. My address in England is
Townley Hall, Derbyshire. Cable the Countess of Dun-
barton if anything occurs making that seem necessary.’

The members of the jury and the men crowding the
room heard this in amazed silence.

Old Nomad broke it.

“Woof!” he exploded. “What does yer think oe thet?”

“An important memorandum, apparently,” said the —
dazed coroner. ‘‘Mr. Foreman, place it with the other
things en the table and see if yeu can find anything
more.” ‘

Nothing else was discovered of importance.

The coroner labeled the different articles as “exhibits,”
and made descriptive notes in a notebook.

“Now I guess we're ready to hear the evidence,” he
said, his face showing that he had not recovered from
the staggering blow delivered by “Exhibit C,” as he had
labeled the paper which declared the dead man to be
the Earl ef Dunbarton.

“Doctor Dutton,” he said, ‘we'll hear from you.
lieve you’ve been sworn.”

I be-

 
The doctor told what he knew, and produced the little
steel tubes he had taken from the throats of the dead
men.

The coroner and the members of his jury were willing
to inspect these at arm’s length, and likewise the little
“snake that had been in the basket with the dwarf.

Having listened to the stories of the men who knew
of the matter under investigation, he made more notes,
and passed to a hearing on the cause of the death of the
dwarf.

“Gentlemen of the jury,” he said, when he was through,
“you can retire and deliberate on a verdict. Here are
two dead men. What you're to determine, if you can,
is who killed ’em, and why.”

The verdict of the jury, presented in writing, was
succinct :

“We find that the Earl of Dunbarton and the Apache
are dead. And we find that the Apache killed the earl,
and then himself. This is the end of our finding. But
we suggest the belief that the Apache thought he was
killing Buffalo Bill.” i

“We can’t arrest nobody on that finding,” said the
coroner judicially. ‘So the only thifig to do is to see
that the Indian is properly buried, and send'a man to
the stage station at Cimarron Springs, where there is

a telegraph, and fire word of this to the countess, collect.”

There was a noisy buss of talk when the coroner dis-
missed the jury, and every one present felt free to express
his opinions.

“Queerest thing I ever heard of,” said the coroner,

“and out here I have collided with a few that were mighty
odd.” He was speaking to Pawnee Bill, whose testi-
mony he had found interesting and highly suggestive.
“The query that hits me in the face, Pawnee, is why
. did that man came to the room here and sling you that
yarn, about him bein’ a gambler named Crockett Brace
and all that, when he was the Earl of Dunbarton?
Queerest of all, though, seems to me, is him luggin’ round
that reward paper offering ten thousand pounds for find-
ing himself. You elucidate that, will ye?”
Lean, if he was the Earl of Dunbarton, x Pawnee ad-

mittéd.

“Well, it says it.
in his pocket a paper like that, to be found on him only
after something had happened 2”

“It doesn’t seem that he would, that’s a fact,” said
Pawnee.

CHAPTER TV.
THE PUZZLING SITUATION.

In less than an hour the whole town was talking of
the mysterious killings in the room of Buffalo Bill, at the
Miner’s Rest, and of the astounding disclosure that one
of the men killed was the lost Earl of Dunbarton, for
whose discovery a big reward had been offered by his
relatives in England.

Buffalo Bill and his friends talked q over, too, in the
scout’s room, but their conversation took a slightly dif-
“ferent turn,

The bodies of the slain men had been removed. The
body of the Apache dwarf lay in a storeroom across
the street, in a pine box, ready for burial. That of the
man he had slain was at the undertaker’s, down the
street. A messenger had been sent on a fast horse to

the telegraph office, ten miles away, bearing a telegram
which the coroner had written.

   

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Buffalo Bill admitted frankly that he was glad he
had not been in the room when the big basket was
brought into it.

“T might not have suspected anything,” he said, “and
the dwarf would have got me, just as he did Brace. y

“Why don’t you call him the Earl of Dunbarton?”
asked Pawnee.

“Because I don’t know that fie was the Earl of Din
barton.”

“Der baper said idt,” urged an odd-looking man, who

had entered the room only a moment before. He was
known as the baron. oe
The baron was a queer exhibit himself. He was a

rotund German, with red face and blue eyes; his round
body mounted on a pair of very thin legs. His dress
was a plaid ottting suit, topped off with a fore-and-aft
cap, and his chief’ ornament was a long-jointed pipe with
an enormous bowl, that he smoked continually. In his
way he was as much of an oddity as the old borderman,
Nick Nomad. Both were invaluable members of Buffalo
Bill’s party.

“Er paper kin say anything what’s writ on et,” urged
Nomad; “an’ ef ther feller what does ther writin’ is
a fust-class liar, then yer paper ain't wuth shucks.”

“I wasn’t thinking of it in that way,” said the scout.
“It seems to me likely that the paper was written by
the Earl of Dunbarton, for the purpose it states. Yet
that is no sure proof that the man who had it was the
earl.”

“Woosh! Ye’re meanin’ thet hae ther critter what
is now dead tuck et frum him?”
Uli net meaning anything.

as. a suggestion.”

“You haf nefer seen dhis Ear! ot Tunbarton?” asked
the baron.

“Never, unless that was his body. But doesn’t it strike
you as a suspicious thing that the earl himself should be
carrying that reward offer round with him? It does me.
And unless his head was a hive for bats, the Earl of
Dunbarton wouldn't have sent out word that he was lost
when he wasn’t.”

Nomad shook his puzzled head.

'“T dunno,” he said. “These hyar high- ‘blooded caitle
frum England { is li’ble ter have quar ways.’
: “I suppose we're stalled right here, now?” said Pawnee

ill.

“Et looks et,’’ Nomad grunted.

i mee threw that out

“We aire ordered, in

er letter which Buffler gits frum ther head 0’ ther war

department, ter make er hunt fer ther lost Earl o’ Dun-
barton—him bein’ presoomably wainderin’ somewhar in

‘ther San Simon Desert—his relatives in England bein’

thet ‘et up wi’ anxiety thet they cain’t rest ontil they
hears from him. And ‘hyar, ef thet man war him, he’s
dead, an’ ther hunt is off before et bergins. I’m allowin’
thet countess will shore have ther high-strikes when she
gits thet tellergram; whether et's him.er not.”

“Yet we had to let it be sent,” urged Pawnee Bill.

“Shore. We c’u’dn’t do nuthin’ else.”

“Vot iss make me sick,” said the baron, “iss dot. now
all der oxcidemendt iss gone oop der spoudt, Vot aire
he going to do for some amoosemendt, in a down like

is!

“Et seems ter be plum’ b’ilin’ wi excitement right now,’
Nomad declared.

“Nodt oof der rightdt kind.”

“You'll get enough excitement, dear baron,” said Paw-

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_ Now, me; I vouldt go yoost for der fun oof idt.

“little Indian he had seen on the table;
deal. I ever heerd of, erbout them dwarfs.

ee UMn tet, gaake,
ez thet, | want ter keep erway frum all them kind. I’m
_hopin’: thar ‘ain’t many of ’em down in thet desert, ef

‘Mountains, about two years ago.

his warriors.
‘way to the Grand Cafion, Satanta and his friends shot
‘down: the horses, then killed and robbed the passengers.

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nee, “if Cody votes to go down into the desert and take
a look for old Satanta.”

“Sure, But dot vill nodt habben; vhy shouldt ve look
for him?”

“Why, he sent that murderous dwarf here. Isn’t that
enough? fn

“Meppyso he did, but ve ton’dt know idt for a sure-
ness. Budt efen bof he did, vhy shouldt ve do dot?
Budt
Cody. Ach Y

Pawnee Bill laughed.

“What’s the matter with Cody?”

“Vale, he ton’dt do. ne unless he t’inks idt haf some

usefulness. Pesites, der San Simon Abaches haf got
some fighting warriors.’
“JT can seé, baron,’ said the scout, with an amused
smile, “that you are trying to prod me into the San Simon
Desert.”

_ “You ar-re nodt going?” said the baer hopefully.

“IT don’t know about that. Perhaps I am. But there

“is one thing I ought to have done, and, perhaps, will do
it yet.

I ought to have wired to England, requesting an
accurate description of the Earl of Dunbarton. For
somehow or other I can’t get the notion out of my head
that the man who was killed here was mot the earl.”
“Now, thet dwarf,’ said Nomad, recalling the pathetic
“et’s ther quarest
You never
connected up wi’ anything like them before, did yer, Buf-
fer?)
- “T never even heard of them before to- day.”
- Ner I. Et’s er sing’lar story ther sheriff told erbout

vem. ‘Thar must be more of ‘em, frum what he said.”

“Not necessarily. That may have been the only one.’
‘Waal, er man what comes at ye, not keerin’ ef he is

killed hisself, an’ figgerin’ thet he will be, is shore goin’

I don’t want ter
Why, aifter er

ter be a bad man ter fight. Waugh!
meet up wi’ no Apache dwarfs like him.

‘man makes up his mind thet he is goin’ to die, anyhow,
thar ain’t no sech thing as fear left in him; cain’t be. So
thar ain’t no sech thing as skeerin’ him.

You could
skeer off a crazy wild cat quicker.
Ef his pizen kin kill er man nee

we has ter go thar.”
“Yoost how vos idt dot got you in badt mit oldt Sad-

-anta?’ asked -the baron.

~: “I think you. were, not with me.at the time,” hd the
scout. ‘It was when I was over in the San ‘Francisco
Satanta had been held
on a reservation, and jumped out with a dozen or two of
Coming on a touring party that was on its

“If he had been a white man he would have beert hanged
for murder. Being a redskin, the merciful government
simply shut him up in prison. When he had been there

‘a year’and a half he broke out, or was let out—and van-
“ished. Now it seems he is down here at the head of the
San’ Simon Apaches.’

“Dare iss sure going to be some ee te. oof ve
go “Into dot desert,” said the baron, wagging his head.
“I am woting dot ve go.”

_“Knowing Apaches as well. as I does, I ain’t hankerin’

fer et,’ Nomad asserted. . ‘An’ J reckon you’d soon be
hollerin’ loud, ef they got holt 6’ Veu

“Yaw, meppyso I vouldt. Budt der oxcidemendt iss
in gitting close by dhem unt sdill keebing avay.”

Perhaps the baron was joking. Sometimes it was hard
to tell whether or nct his declarations were to be taken
at their face value. Yet he was brave, and sometimes
reckless. Up to this time, what he called the Schnitzen-
hauser luck had always stood b by him in times of danger,
and he was, perhaps, relying on that too much. It is
hard to say.

While they were talking over the singular happen-
ings of the day, the sheriff passed along the sidewalk,
under the window of the room.

“Goin’ to plant that Apache now,” he called up. “Want
to go along and see that it’s done right?” . :
Buffalo Bill and Pawnee did not care to go. But the

baron and Nomad went out, and followed the wooden
box and its bearers to the little cemetery on a distant
hillside, and saw the self-slain dwarf laid in his grave. ,

CHAPTER IV oy:
THE MYSTERY GETS ANOTHER TURN.

Early the next morning, as Buffalo Bill and Pawnee
came out of the hotel, they were met by. the sheriff, who
was laboring under apparent excitement.

“IT was jest on my way to call ye,” said Greer.
body was snatched in the night!”

“The body at the undertaker’ S

Vi hate where. Te swung round, and. started off
toward the undertaker's. “Come along, and we'll look
into it,” he said: “But that’s all theré is to it. Matt.
Haskin is there now, and he was the one that brought
me the news.’

When they got to the undertaker’ s, they were met by
Matt Haskins, who piloted them into the back room.
The coffin stood on a rough table, and it was open and
CINDY:

egret ala skeery,” said Matt, “but when I seen that a
while ago, I reckon you could ’a’ knocked me down
with a feather. I haven’t totiched it, but run out and
sent Greer to find ye and bring ye here. Nobody knows
it. Vee,” Hans

‘Somebody ‘ghatched it,” said. Greer. “But I’m asking
all of you what it was for? 1 admit I’m stalled.”

Buffalo Bill and Pawnee looked about. :

“Nothing was changed, so far as you know, Matt?” ‘the
scout asked.

“Everything else is jest as it was when I w ent home
last night?”

“No one stayed by the body sivouel the night?”

“Sure not. It ain’t customary, and don’t do it untess
some anxious relative hires it done. Besides, how was
I to expect anything like this?”

Buffalo Bill went to the rear door, where it seemed
likely the body had been taken out. Going outside he
looked round for tracks.

“Come here, Pawnee,’’ he called. :

Pawnee Bill joined him, followed by the other two
men.

“What do you make of that?” asked Buffalo Bill, point-
ing to an imprint in the clay close by the door.

“That looks like the print.of a moccasin toé,” said
Pawnee. :

“That's what I make of it.”

“That

 
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“A moccasin!” gasped the sheriff. ‘‘Wow!

ain’t thinkin’ of Apaches?”

. “That would be the first thought suggested, of course.
But there are Mohaves in the town. Is Little Cayuse at
the hotel, Pawnee ?”’

Little Cayuse was a young Piute tracker with a nose
as keen for any trail as that of a hound; he was one
of the reHable members of Buffalo Bill’s party.

“Tl go and see,” said Pawnee.

“I see that print there,” Greer admitted. “But to say
that it was made by a moccasin would be too much for
me. And, of course, nobody could say what kind of a
moccasin.”’ 7

Pawnee Bill came back in a few minutes with the lithe
young Piute. He was a handsome young Indian, straight
as an arrow, with a keen dark face and glowing black
eyes. His clothing was that of a typical Indian.
his head was a flannel headband of burning red, which
held his hair in place*and gave support to his ‘single
bagle feather. /

‘“Pa-e-has-ka,”’ he said, using Buffalo Bill’s Indian
name.

“Glad you were handy, Cayuse,” said the scout.
that mark by the door?”

The Piute looked at it.

“Wauh!?

“What do you make of it?
what I think
nee?”

“Not I. I just told him you wanted him.”

The Piute seemed to feel that he was on his honor
not to make a mistake. So he dropped. down, bringing
his eyes close to the track in the clay. It was not a
well-defined track, yet to his eyes it was clear.

“Moccasin there,’ he announced.

“That’s good,” said the scout. ‘Tell us the kind of
moccasin.”

Little Cayuse studied the track againy made some mea-
surements with his fingers, then looked up.

“Me think, Pa-e-has-ka, him Mohave.”

“Not Apache ?”

- The scout was disturbed; he had felt sure it must have
been an Apache who had been there.

“Mohave more round toe,” said Little Cayuse.
can say sure, but look like um Mohave.”

“See if you can find any more of the tracks,” the scout
ordered. : |

He returned to his talk with Greer, Pawnee Bill, and
the undertaker.

“Little Cayuse is usually pretty accurate,’ the scout
said. “But I have a feeling that he has fallen down
here.

“You're right,” said Greer. ‘‘No Mohave would think
0 doin’ a thing like that. Yit I can’t see even what an
Apache would want to do it for. Apaches don’t scalp;
so they couldn’t have wanted the scalp of the man.
Besides, I never heard of any redskin robbin’ a grave jest
to Bit a scalp.

“I confess it goes beyond me,” said Pawnee Bill.

“So about all we can say is that-the body is gone,” de-
clared the scout. :

It was a puzzler.

Little Cayuse had found another track, but it was
isolated, and he could find no more.

“This ain’t no dead-and-alive town that goes to bed
at ten o'clock,” said Greer, “and somebody ought ’a’

Say, you

**See

I’m not going to tell you
it is. You didn’t mention it to him, Paw-

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seen them body snatchers goin’ along the street here.
I’m going to look into this.” oe

He hustled off, first making inquiries of the  pro-
prietors of a liquor shop on the corner, then extending
his search down the street.

Buffalo Bill and Pawnee returnéd to the Miner’s Rest,
a good deal disturbed as well as mystified.

Greer came there within a half.an hour.

“Well, I got several things to report,” he announced,
when he had climbed to the scout’s room. ‘‘Looks like
that was the work of Apaches, after all. There was
Apaches in the town last night, and some Mohaves have
come to me sayin’ that the Apaches robbed them. The
Mohaves live down by the new flume that’s buildin’, and
have been workin’ on it. They livé in a shack there.
They said that a couple of Apaches came there in the
night and begged somethin’ to eat. Though they don’t
like Apaches, they fed ‘em; then discovered, when the
Apaches had gone, that they had stolen some blankets
and moccasins.” i

“I guess you’re on the trail,’ said Buffalo Bill ap-

provingly.

“That’s my first report,” stated Greer. “The second
hitches right on to it. It’s this: Along early this morn-
in’, before daylight, three or four Mohaves was seen goin’
down that street, carryin’ somethin’ heavy ; the feller that
seen ‘em thought it looked queer, but didn’t pay much
attention. Nobody pays much attention to the Mohaves
round here.”

“Your idea,” said the scout, “is that those “Mohaves
were Apaches wearing Mohave blankets.’’

“You've guessed it. That’s what I think. If so, they
was probably luggin’ that body away. But what fur?
That’s where I git stalled ag’in.” ae

“Let’s get at the facts; perhaps we can frame up opin-
ions to fit them afterward.”

“That’s all about the Indians. But the news is out
ae the town that your crowd. is here pullin’ off a

ult,” :

“How's that?” Buffalo Bill asked.

“It seems to be the opinion,” said the sheriff, “that
you're goin’ down into the San Simon country huntin’
gold; that you’ve got a tip as to where it’s to be found,
and aire goin’ to try to locate it.”

“I wonder what set that fool notion going?” queried
Pawnee.

“Jest natural suspicion,’ said Greer. “All that’s
thought about round here is gold huntin’, and the like
of that. So the men of this town jest naturally can’t
think that when men set out for any wild place they
ain't lookin’ for a gold strike. That’s the way I size it
up.

“Then, let ’em think,’ Pawnee said. “That won’t
trouble us.” |

V1 think it will,’ said Greer. “Knowin’ some of the
boys round here, I think a bunch of ’em will trail ye; and
the ones that do it aire likely to be a tough lot. So they
may give ye trouble. My advice is, if you do set out,
look out for ‘em. But I don’t see any reason fer you
goin’ now, and I s’pose you won't?” —

He seemed to be seeking information on that point
himself. ee

The undertaker now came up the stairs hurriedly and
shuffled into the room. He looked startled. on

“Say, Greer,” he said, “there’s been more body snatehin’

  

 
     

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last night. The grave of that Apache diparl was opened,,
and the body’s gone. The report has just come to me.’

“Jehoshaphat!” exclaimed Greer. “What does that
mean? I reckon there ain’t no mistake about it?”

“Ned Tanner brought the report,” said the undertaker.
“He lives down by the cemetery, in that new cabin; you
knew where it is. As he was coming uptown, he noticed
somethin’ was wrong with the new grave there; so he
hopped over the palin’ fence and took a look. The grave
had been opened and hadn’t been filled in; and he said
the body was gone out of the pine box.”

“Call Cayuse, Pawnee,” said Buffalo Bill.
down and have a look at that.”

When the visit to the cemetery was made, the i
was verified.

“Whoosh!” said old Nomad, who had joined’ he party
on the way down. ‘“‘When et comes ter robbin’ a seming-
tary, Injun er white thet does et, et’s a low-down trick.”

“Look for tracks,” said the scout.

Nomad waé almost as good a trailer as the Pie So,
with Buffalo Bill, who had few equals in that line him-
But no tracks were

“We'll go

‘“Thet’s-a sing’lar thing,” grumbled Nomad.

“Still, it proves that this was the work of Indians,”
urged the scout. . “You see that here is where they went -
along. There are no tracks, but there is every indica-
tion that blankets were spread down and they walked on
them, until they got down to the fence, and out to the
road. That blanket trick is pure redskin.”

“T allow et is,’ the borderman admitted, as he peered
about. “But ther wharfore and ther why of ther whole
thing plum’ lassos my billy goat. Say thet reds done et,

an’ thet they war Apaches, ye then ain’t no furder along |

ther road o’ knowin’ why than at, ther start.”

When they went back to the empty grave and talked
it over there, the conclusion was reached that the body
snatchers had been frightened away before they had
been given time to fill the grave in; which explained the
telltale condition in which it had been left. ‘

Still, as Nomad said, that did not materially help in
reaching a solution of the why of it. Buffalo Bill went
back. to his hotel, pondering this dark question.

CHAPTER Vi ees
RHE PLOT THICKENS.

ar showed up at the hotel again, his bushy- bearded
red face shining with a new inspiration.

“There’s one thing we ain’t done,’ he said, “and I
dunno why we plum’ forgot it. That man Brace, or the
Earl of Dunbarton, or whatever he was, put up at the
Best Ever. Why. ain’t it up to us to go to his room
there? -We might turn up something that would be
pertinent to this case and mighty interestin’.”’

>“ As sheriff, of this camp,” said Pawnee Bill, with a
erin; tf guess you've a right to go through anything or
anybody.”

The palatial log tavern own as the Best Ever was
presided over by a son of the Green Mountains, who had
taken time by the forelock, seizing all his late guest’s -
belongings to secure his pay.

He frowned a bit when the sheriff and the scouts pre-
sented themselves and stated the nature of their errand.

“His room was number thirteen, on the upper floor;
but there ain’t none of his things in it now.

 

LP got ‘ein.

in that closet there.
Thought I’d jest hold ’em until word came from Eng-
land. But I ain’t bankin’ any on that idea that he was
the Earl of Dunbarton.”

“Why not?’ asked the scout innocently.

The boniface flipped the pages of his register.

“There’s where he signed his name when I give him
the room, and he didn’t pay in advance. I’d ought to
made him do it,
prosperous.”

They looked at the signature.

“Where's that Earl of Dunbarton letter?’ Buffalo Bill
inquired of the sheriff.

‘i he corner kept it.”

“Will you hustle out and get him, and have him bring

BILL STORIES. ae,

‘Had to ake myself safe, ye see. _

But he had a good grip, and he looked

it here?”
Greer hustled.
“A man,’ said Nomad, “thet would swarm blind inter.

a room numbered thirteen, ought, ter known thet suthin’
war goin’ ter happen.”

“You’re superstitious,’ snapped the proprietor. ““There’s
twenty rooms in this house, and all of ’em was full when
he came, except thirteen. He didn’t make no kick when
I showed him up to it. He was sensible.”

“He war plum’ too foolish to live long, and he didn’t.
Number thirteen!”

“See here,’ said the boniface; ‘‘all the rooms in this
house are good uns—no exceptions, And if there’s
twenty rooms in this house, one of ‘em’s got to be thir-
teen.”

“Td cut out thet onlucky number—call et twelve-and-
a-half, or zero; otherwise I’d nail et up. What's ther

matter wi thet signature, Buffler? My airly ejication
war neglected, an’ I lef’ my specs at. home on ther
pianner.”’

The sheriff came in, with the coroner at his heels.
“You've got that identification note of the Earl of Dun-
barton?” the scout asked.
The coroner took it from his pocket.
“Just lay it alongside of that signature,”
“and we'll compare the handwriting.”
When ‘this test was applied, it was seen that the writing
was not the same.
“The man who wrote the identification note did not
sign that register,” the. scout announced.
“Cody, you're right,” assented Pawnee Bill, -
[ihe name signed is Crockett Brace,’ said the pro-
prietor,
was killed over in the Miner’s Rest, and whose body is
now missin’, The report is out that he was the Earl of
Dunbarton. That's all 1 know about it, except that Dm
holding his personal property for my pay.”
“But you don’t believe he was the Earl of Dunbar-
ton?’ said Pawnee. ~
“T didn’t, and I’m more sure of it now.’
“You will let us see his belongings?’ the scout asked.
The son of the Green Mountains brought them out
of the closet where he had stored them under. lock and
key.
“T looked for a pocketbook,” he admitted, “and for
money, and didn’t find ‘em. That grip is worth maybe
five dollars, and the other things about as much more;

‘said the scout,

but he had been here three days, at five per, and that
You'll find letters in the inside pocket -
of that vest in the grip addressed to a man named

more’n covers it.

Granger.”

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This seemed important. The letters were inspected
first ofall. They were three in number, addressed to Mr.
James Granger, Maricopa, Arizona. Two were dunning
bills from storekeepers:in San Francisco. The third was
an eye opener, or seemed to be.
The coroner read it alotid:

“Dear Jim: I hope you make the riffle in that San
Simon matter, and come back to your only own loaded
with rocks. I'll be lonesome without you. You'll find
me always at the same old place, ready to give you a wel-
come. Lorttg.”

It was in a woman’s handwriting, on square paper, in
a square envelope, and though it bore no address, the
postmark was Phoenix.

-“His only own!” grunted Nomad.

“Jim Granger!” fell from the lips of the scout, almost
as a startled exclamation. :

“Suggestive,” said Pawnee. “For the Jim Granger
we know about was a highly original and interesting man.”

“I wondered, when I seen them letters,” admitted the
proprietor, “if the fellow could have registered here un-
det a false name. I’ve known the like.”

“Crockett Brace, the Earl of Dunbarton, James Gran-
get; take your choice,’ remarked the scotit.

“What about this Jim Granger, if that was him?” asked

Greer.
* “The Jim Granger that we know about hailed from up
Tucson way,’ said Pawnee, “and was an all-routid con-
fidence man, gambler, and general crook. Cody got after
him a year or so ago, when he skipped to patts unknown,
and we haven’t heard of him since.’*

“Well, then, you'd know him,” stiggested Greer,

“Unfortunately,” declared the scout, “we never saw
Jim Granger, though we chased him. He was, accord-
ing to descriptions, a large, full-bearded man.”

“Fits this critter all right,’ said Greer. ‘All but the
beard, and a beard can be changed dead easy.”

They looked through the other things in the grip.
These consisted of the vest, some soiled linen, and a
few other articles.

On the linen they looked for marks made by a faundry,
and for initials; but found none.

“Of course,’ Greer admitted, “them letters might not
have been written to him. And he might have been
passin’ under the name of Granger when he dida’t own
it. Still Pe
“Tf we knew the full name of the woman who wrote
that note, we might find out something in Phoenix,” said
the scout. “I think I’ll send a telegram to the Phoenix
chief of police.”

Having thrashed out these new discoveries, Buffalo
Bill called Little Cayuse, and set out with him for the
» trail that led by the cemetery.

Striking into this at about the point where it wotild
naturally be entered by atiy one coming from the ceme-
tery, they continued on in the trail for two miles, until
it opened into the sandy region extending on to the San
Simon Desert.

Wagstaff lay in a mountain basin to the northward of
the desert, and was given what fruitfulness it possessed
by water brought in a flume from the mountaitis on the
north of it, Be}
In those mountains were the mines, worked by men who
lived in the town.

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mineral wealth, though little enough had ever been
brotight out of it. Several prospectors had lost. their
lives in making explorations. Has a c

Yet there were scattered areas where corn and melons
could be grown, and cactus pears abounded. On these
the Indians of the desert lived, together with what game
they could snare and kill. Weed

The Indians were a branch of the Apache family, and
had all the meanness noted in that tribal group. — Still,
they had seldom troubled the white men who lived near
the desert, probably because they feared to. Once, some
years before, they had slain the members of a wagon
train that got stalled.in the desert, and for this were so
severely punished by a company of troopers sent against
them that they had tried nothing of the kind since.

Into this desert, it was reported, had gone the Earl
of Dunbarton, searching for fossil specimens. That was
about all that the scout knew of the Earl of Dunbarton,
except that the man who had accompatiied him had
straggled out of the desert and into one of the towns,
and reported the earl lost. A sandstorm had come up
and separated them, and he had not been able to find his
employer afterward. :

Following this, appeals from the earl’s family in Eng-
land had stirred the government officials in Washington,
with the result that Buffalo Bill with his party was setit
to make a seatch for the missing nobleman,

The trail leading ‘out into the desert from the town
was neither deep nor wide, ordinarily, being not much
traveled; only Indians as a rile passed over it.

But this morning the scout and his faithful Piute found
indications that tecently a band of ponies had passed
and repassed. It was a suggestive discovery, in view of
what had gotie before.

They were unshod Indian ponies, without a doubt.

Having determined that, and discovered that the ponies
had apparently started in or neat the town, Buffalo Bill
and Little Cayuse rettirned to make their report.

“Til now send a telegram to Phoenix,” said the scout.

And this he did.

CHAPTER VII.
THE MYSTERY IN THE DESERT.
* Buffalo Bill waited at Wagstaff two days.

No word came beyond the sea, and the answer of the
Phoenix chief of police was not encouraging.

“We wete instructed to search for the Earl of Dun-
barton in the San Simon Desert,” he said,“and the body
of the man who may have been the Earl of Dunbarton
seems to have been taken there by a band of Apaches.”

“So the hand of duty and the finger of mystery both

coe to the San Simon,” said Pawnee. ‘That’s your
idea, :

“Just so. And it seems we are wasting our time here.
If we get word frotn England, it isn’t going to help us
any in this search.”

“Ever'thing is ready an’ waiting’,’ announced Nomad,
who Was in chatge of the comnmissaty. department. ‘1
has a string o’ six pack animiles, and ettib fer er month.
Ther only thing I’m frettin’ erbout is ag ter what thet
animiles aite goin’ tet eat an’ drink, ef we don’t hit

some o’ them green spots down thar; er ef we does hit

‘em, an’ they're Gecypied wi? ’Paches. I ain’t keerin’
sO much fer ther pack caballos, but I does hate ter run

  

 
   

 

 

 

 

- baron;
_pattery oof ardillery. Oof we meedt eeny Abaches ve

ole Hide-rack inter a region whar mebbyso he'll be on_

short rations, er none at all.”
“Unt all der odder tings ar-re readty,”’ seconded the
“T haf bought amminition enough to fit oudt a

can blow ’em to_der sky-high. Unt topacco! Idt iss a
ton vot I haf pought. Der lasdt dime I am oudt I git
me oudt oof topacco, unt idt ain’dt going to happen by
me some more. Vhen I ton’dt haf idt, I can’t work, unt
I can ‘dt fight, unt I can’t schleep, unt 1 am in an awful
fixin’s.

“To be a slave to a filthy weed like that,”
Pawnee Bill, striking a match to light his cigar,
thing terrible. Baron, F pity-you.’

“In the morning,” said the scout, when they had talked
it over, ‘we will make our start, if ‘something new doesn’t
turn up in the meantime.”

. Nothing new turned up. So they hit the San Simon
trail, going south from. Wagstaff, mounted, with their pack
animals in tow.

Greer, the sheriff, accompanied them beyond the edge
of the town, to see them started, and. wish them good
luck.

“Td like to go with ye,” he said, and his wistful smile
showed that he meant it. ‘Somethin’ tells me that you’re
goin’ to, meet up with oodles of interestin’ happenin’s,
and it’s tough stayin’ behind and missin’ ’em.”

He shook hands with each member of the party, not
excluding even Little Cayuse.

‘Remember what -I told you,” he said, to the scout.
“That talk I heard—that some of the toughs of this burg
aire liable to hit this trail right after you. If I find out
for sure what’s planned, I’ll fake charges and arrest the
ringleaders. But my idea is that they'll go out in the
night, and so give me the easy shake.”

“Anyway,” said the scout, thanking him for his warn-
ing and friendly interest, “if they don’t start until to-
night, we'll have a day’s travel ahead of them. But we'll
keep our eyes open.”

The sheriff rode away. As he entered the town, he
swung round in his saddle and waved his hand.

Greer was one of the men who naturally made. him-
self liked, and he was an honest and well-meaning officer.
The scout would have been pleased if he had been a mem-
er On the party.

Five miles out, it was discovered that the Indian ponies
had been stopped in the trail, and that their riders, or
some of them, had dismounted.

Moccasin tracks led from this point through a growth
of greasewood, away from the trail.

Sliding promptly from the back of Navi, his pinto
mustang, Little Cayuse gave theimprints of the moccasins
close inspection.

“These ’Paches!” he announced, with a sense of con-
fidence.

He was glad to make the discovery ; for somehow, since
declaring that the moccasin track by the back door of
the undertaker’s was that of a Mohave, he had felt that
his skill had been scaled downward in the estimation of

remarked
“is some-

_ Buffalo Bill, though this was not so.

Old Nomad, clutching his rifle in readiness, was staring
into the greasewood.

“*Ware!” he warned.
right hyar.
‘Pacttes.))

Buffalo Bill dismounted, threw the reins of Bear Paw

_“Mebbyso thar is an ambush
Ye never kin tell, when ye’re dealin’ wi’

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to Pawnee Bill, and began to follow Little Cayuse into
the greasewood.

“Keep your eyes wide open, Cody,”
warned.

“Waugh! That’ s tight. But we'll plug ther fust ved
thet shows up and seems ugly. ~Ware, Buffler.”’

Following carefully, and watching the tracks as ‘well
as the brushy area ahead, in a little while Buffalo Bill
came to trampled sand.

Apparently, nothing else was to be discovered. The
Apaches trampled the sand Bard and firm; and had then
walked away.

‘““Mebbyso cache,” suggested Little Cayuse, studying the
ground.

‘“Mebbyso,” Buffalo Bill assented,

“Why ’Pache want make um cache?”

“Ask me something easy, son. But you run back and
tell Pawnee to bring a spade. We'll see whether a cache
is Here,

They began to excavate in the beaten ground, when
Pawnee Bill brought up the spade; and as the sand was
packed hard only on the surface, the spade went down
rapidly.

Suddenly Pawnee Bill, doing the digging, jumped as if
he had been-bitten by a snake.

“Deserted Jericho!” he gasped.
there’s a dead man in here.”

He was right: “Che body of the Apache dwarf lay
under the sand, wrapped in a blanket.

Nomad came up, drawn by-curiosity, leaving only the
baron to guard the horses arid watch the trail.

“Great snakes!’ he sputtered, as he looked down on
the body of the unfortunate little Apache. ni thet
beat yer time?’

Having climbed out of the hole, Pawnee Bill alared
round.

“What I’m wondering 1 is,’ he said, “whether that oe
body is here somewhere.”

The excavating was extended until the beaten area
had been pretty thoroughly covered.

“I guess that’s all,” the scout admitted, at last.
the body of the dwarf, that’s all.”

“What’s the meaning of it, Cody?”

Dont ask me.’

"You can’t make even a blind guess?”

“T might make a dozen, and all be wrong. The most
natural supposition is that they exhumed the body to
take back to their village, and got tired of their job, and
lett it ‘here. Still, come to think oF it, that doesn’t
sound reasonable at all.” .

“Waugh!” ‘exclaimed the borderman. “Injuns. aire
plum’ cur’us critters, an’ these hyar ’Paches aire ther
cur’usest of all. On’y thing I kin think of is thet they
preferred ter have him plantéd out hyar, instead of in
a white man’s semingtary. But ef they likewise an’ also
brought out thet other body, why

He stopped abruptly. The ee was too much for
him.

“Meppyso,”
the trail and: made a report,
grafe soon by der site oof der. trail.
pecting idt.”

The grave filled in, and no acceptable solution having

Pawnee’ Biil

Che believe, Cody,

ust

 

said the baron, ae they went back to
“ve vill be findting another
I shall now be ox-

- been offered, they continued along the trail, watching

for marks showing that again the Apaches had invaded
the greasewood.

  

      
 

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But nothing of the kind was seen. The Apaches had
kept straight on south, following the trail that grew con-
tinually more sahdy as it stretched on into the desert.

CHAPTER VIIL.
TRACKED BY RUFFIANS,

The fllimed stream that came down from the nofth-
ern mountains, and gave irrigation to the town of Wag-
staff, sank into the sand in the desert. But a trough-
like depréssion continued, which had apparently been the
old bed of the stream in days less arid.
_ Here and there in this depression, like beads irregu-

larly set on a string, were. water holes. Usually these
were small, and a herd of thirsty potiies could readily
suck one dry. When they were larger, they furnished
a subitrigation in their vicinity which helped grass to
grow, and so furnished pasturage. Larger water holes
became the centers of small oases, on one of which it was
reptited lived the San Simon Apaches.
, Buffalo Bill and his friends had never before been in
the San Simon region. So they were gratified, as the
first day of traveling drew toward its close, to see a few
trees ahead of them, indicating a water hole.

As it was quite possible that Apaches were there én-
carnpéd, they halted as soon.as the trees wefe sighted, atid
waited for a further advance when darkness favored.

Approaching the trees cautiously in the darkness, they
found no one at the water hole, though, evidence abounded
that the rapid-riding party of Apaches had been there
not more than a day before. There wete dead camp
fires, meat bones, ahd other food scraps thrown care-
~ lessly about; and Buffalo Bill, the first to enter the grove
of cottonwoods, started out a wolf, that scarnbered away.

The water hole was no mote than three or four yards
across, and shallow, but it furnished all the water needed.
But it was alkaline; and before drinking it or using it
for coffee, they boiled cactus leaves in it, to render it fit
for use, The hardened horses seemed not to mind the
queer taste of the alkali. And they reveled in the grass
that Srew in a green strip all around the water hole.

The puzzlés that had troubled Buffalo Bill and his
friends had received no satisfactory solution, though
guesses were thicker than blackberries in August.

“Et’s: all right’ ter tork,’ Nomad said, “dnd I ain’t
expectin’ nothin’ ter happen; but follerin’ ther trail of
er dead man ain’t ter my likin’, an’ never was.”

They rolled into their blankets early, and the night
was divided into four watches, so that all could get plenty
of: sleep. .

The baron’s watch came first, and to him fell the one
adventure of this first night in the desert.

The moon was up when the baron took his rifle and
his long-stemrmmed pipe and camped down by one of the
cottonwoods, where he had a good view of the trail in
both directions.

“Der only t’ing vot I am oxbecting,”’ he muttered, as he
lighted his pipe and sighted over the trail, ‘is nodt No-
madt’s vhiskizoozicks, but vun oof dhem liddle Abaches
vet ain’dt afraidt oof notting. Oof der Abaches should
know ve ar-re here, one oof der dvarfs mighdt bossibly
be sent pack to sdick some knifes indo us as ve schleeb,”’

He almost forgot this possible danger, though, as he
puffed at his pipe;and his mind wandered to other things.

When sitting down, the baron was not visible from
the trail, though by lifting his head he could see it.

BILL STORIES.

Finally he was brought out of his musing by a slight
noise in or near the trail, and poked up his head; but
saw nothing. fs

“Dvarfs, or volfs, or vhiskizoosick? Maybe I vos
aschleeb unt treaming, huh? Aber I tink me nodt.”

In lifting his head, he had moved and made-a slight
rustling. ‘So when the sound did not come again, he
fancied that a coyote might have been snéaking near
the camp and had withdrawn silently on hearing him.

Nevertheless, when a minute or so had passed, the
baron rose quietly, stretched the kinks out of his back,
ahd with his rifle held ready, stepped into the trail,

As he did so, a man backed hurriedly out of the shadow
of the cottonwood there and tried to shuffle away.

“Halt, idt iss!” the baron bellowed.

The click of his rifle emphasized the order, ©

The man sprang up and started to run, and the baron
fired a shot, tearing up the sand under the man’s feet.

“Halt, or you gedt idt dhis dime!” screeched the Ger-
man. | |

The rifle went to his shoulder again. The man stopped.

“Now you ar-re showing some sensidiveness,’ the
baron commended. “Der nexdt dime I vouldt haf sent
a pullet indo your back.”

The camp had been awaketied instantly, and all the
members of the party were otit in the trail by this time.
The man caine up sheépishly.

“By heck, ye threw one good skeer' into me, anyhow,”
he said. “I thought you was Apaches.” —

“Dot's all righdt,” said the baton. .““You valk indo der
camp unt ve vill dalk apoudt idt. Who ar-fe you, ufit
vot iss your pitzness here?”

“Who's this—Cody?” the man asked, seeing the scout
before him. “Excuse me fér walkin’ into your camp
like I did.”

“Any more of your crowd around?” the scout de-
manded.

“I’m alone, Cody.” |

“Come into the camp, so we can see who you are.”

Nomad peered into the fellow’s face, lighted by the
moon. ie
“Waugh!” he exclaimed. “I seen ye in Wagstaff yis-
terday. Ain’t you thet half-breed tinhorn what they calls
Teton Jim?”

The man turned from the trail and walked over to
the camp without answering, apparently feeling the need
of time to think it over,

The moonlight was not good unde? the trees, so Buf-
falo Bill started the camp fire, after sending Little Cayuse
out into the trail to guard against a surprise.

“We're ready for your story,’ Cody said, when the
snapping fire lighted the face of the baton’s captive.

‘The fellow was almost Indian dark, with ctinning little
black eyes. His. hair was very long. His dress was
that of a miner. Rings were in his ears,

“My name’s Tanner,” he said, “and I has been pros-
pectin’ out hyar. Jest after dark I discovered that some-
body had gone into caiip by this hole. Natcherly I
thought it was Apaches. But I crawled in to git a look
and find out fer sure, and your feller out that run ime
in. That’s the way of it.” ‘

But his words did not sound sincere.

“Thet sounds good,” said “Nomad, “and ye desatves
credit fer makin’ et up so quick, But I recklects pluin’
well ernough that I see ye in Wagstaff yisterday, and
heard ye called Teton Jim. Ye'te a half-breed ?”

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THE BUFFALO

“Catambal.No, But I am some Mexican.”

“As I also saw you in Wagstaff,’ said the scout, “you

might as well talk straight first as last, for that is what’
- you'll have to do.

I had warning about you from Greer.”

“I don’t know him.” —

“T guess you do—probably you know him too well.
He’s the sheriff. He warned me that a gang of toughs
and plug-uglies would likely follow hard on my ttfail. I
think I can tell you, too, why you tried to snéak into
our camp. It’s early, and you expected to hear us talk-
ing, and thought in that way you could learn our plans.”

Teton Jim, for he was none other, grew sullen at that.

“Go ahead; you know it all!’ he snarled.

“You can do one of two things,” said the scout, “and
you'll do them quick. You can admit the truth, nae go
free, with a warning to your pals, who are somewhere
near; or we'll tie you and hold you until we hear from
them.”

“This is a freé cotintry, ain’t it?” the ruffian dernanded,
“Say that I did come up to this water hole; hadn’t I a
right? You don’t ownit. Jest because you camped down
hyar don't give ye the Te of holding me up in
this wa

a think, Teton Jim, you are coming to your senses.’

“Jest s’pose I am Teton Jim; what of it? 1 ain't
harmed you fellers none?’

“And don’t intend to?

“Sure not.
slipped in to find out.

“Why is your gang following us?’
scout, ignoring this lie.

The half-blood hesitated.

“He that hesitates gets himself in a bad box,” Pawnee
“Better answer Cody’s questions straight off

Put it that way, Teton.”

I thought mebby Apaches was ih hyar, and
That’s straight, fellers.”’
demanded the

the reel.’

“We didn’t foller you,” said the prisoner.

“What did you do?”

rea ten at airalehe al there is of it. If it can bé said
that bein’ behind ye in the same ‘trail was follerin’, we
follered. But otir intentions was peaceable.”

“How many men have you with you, Teton?’ Pawnee
queried; and again Teton Jim hesitated.

"Sig he’ said ‘at last.

“Six, and yourself; that’s seven.’

The prisoner did not answer ee

“Why did you follow us?” questioned the scout.

“I said we didn’t.”

“T guess we'll have to hold you until we can capture
‘some other member of your gang, and get the truth out
of him,”

“Tve told everything.”

“Let me tell you what you haven’t told: You came
out of Wagstaff on otir trail, intending to claim, if you
ran afoul of us, that you were on a prospecting trip; but
you real object was to shadow tis, in the belief that we
are down here hunting for gold. Your idea is that we
know where gold is located, and you want to be close at
hand when we find it.”

Teton Jim made a furious denial,

“Put the ropes on ’im,” cried Notnad.

_ The seout hesitated, At first, that was what Cody

had meant to do if the prisoner proved to be stubborn. .

But a prisoner whom they wotld have to watch all the
while would be a clog on their movements.

“You’ve lied, Teton Jim,” said the scout,
ing peed my mind, I'll let you go.’

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“Waugh ! What?:
loose ag’in ter bite ye.’

“It does look like that, Cody,” urged Pawnee Bill.

“I’m going to let you go because we don’t want to
be bothered with-you,” was the scout’s fratik confession.
“But we want you to také this warning to your friends,
wherever they are. I suppose they’re close at hand. We
know what they’re up to now, and we shall keep a close
watch on the camp. If they comé near us, of give its
atiy trouble, we'll not hesitate to shoot. That’s all. Tell
them to keep well away from us if they don’t want to run
into our bullets.”

“That all?’ said Veton Jim, itnmensely relieved.

“I’m sending words now, remember ; but the next time
we will be sending bullets, The desert is wide, and, ds
you said, this is a free country. Take all the room you

Ketch er rattlesnake an’ turn hith

_want, but steer clear of us.”

“Well, it’s sure kitid . you,”
to go.

But they could not tell “whether he said it in thankful-
ness Or aS a sheer.

However, he got out of the camp and disappeared with

said Teton, as he got tip.

-a haste that indicated his fear that he might even yet be

forced to remain.
- And, no doubt, he was thankful that he had escaped so
easily.
CHAPTER IX:
THE GHOST THAT SMOKED A PIPE.

The courage of old Nick Nomad, when he came face
to face with visible human enemies, was of the kind that
defied fear.

This, with his many other good qualities, his kind heart,
his bizarre oddity, his sirnplicity, arid his loyalty to his
frienids, endeared him to the great scout. In ‘addition,
he had few equals, and no superior, among white men, in
trailing ability and all the craft of stealth needed in com-
bating the Stealthy redskinis.

Dread of ‘““whiskizoos,” Nomad’s name for ghosts and
ha’nts. and all the wild night brood of things he could
not understand, left him, when the lodges of the San
Simon Apaches were sighted.

The San Simon village lay in an oasis by one of the
largest water holes. Cottonwoods surrounded it, and be-
yond the cottonwoods were many acres of good pasturage,

utilized by the Apache ponies, of which there were droves.

It was these ponies which first notified the scout and
his friehds that the San Simon village was nestled in
that particular oasis.

The thitd day of their journey from Wagstaff was corh-’
ing to a close when the cottonwoods and the ponies were |
sighted.

The scout called a halt, and under a sandy bluff the
party and the horses cuddled down, some distance from
the trail, and remained there until darkness came.

Once three mounted Apaches galloped along the trail,
but had no knowledge of the white men hear by.

Thete was a little water in the bed of the old streain
under the bluff. So the cattip was not a “dry” one, like
that of the night before, when the water bottles had to
be drawn on for both men and aniinals.

Altogether, the situation was safe: But no fites were
built that evening, and the food eaten was, therefore, cold.
* They talked over the work that lay ahead of them, as
they ate their supper and waited for the darkness to
thicken; and laid pane as well as they could.

 
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14 THE BUFFALO

“We are here for but one thing,’ said the scout, ‘‘and
I hope it can be accomplished to-night. That is, we
are to try to learn whether the Earl of Dunbarton is
held a prisoner in this village, and if he is, we have got
to rescue him.” ay
“What erbout ther corpus 0’ this hyar tinhorn thet ther
*Paches kerried erway?’ said Nomad. “Ye goin’ ter try
ter git a line on the wharfore o’ thet, too?”

“The thing has puzzled us,” the scout admitted, “yet it
is really a matter of no importance; so we'll turn that
down. We are trying to help a live man, not a dead
one.”

““Meppyso he is deadt, too,” grunted the baron, puffing
out a cloud of smoke.

“That has been my fear all’along,’ Buffalo Bill con-
fessed. “These Apaches have a bad reputation. They
would probably kill him, if he fell into their hands.”

“Oof ve findt oudt he iss nit here?” queried the baron.

“Then our work is finished at this village.”

“Chainces aire he ain’t hyar,” Nomad grumbled; “et
aire my opinion! Yer see,” he added, “thar aire a hun-
dred ways in which he could er been wiped out. F’r
‘instunce, thet sandstorm might er got him. I has heerd
thet scmetimes sandstorms waltz ercrost hyar of er kind
ter bury er house. The man war. er fool ter monkey
round in sech er place, huntin’ fer extinck bones.”

Pawnee Bill laughed. |

“What’s funny erbout thet?” the old borderman de-
manded.. “I says et. Ther ways of er scientific gent aire
beyond me. Takin’ his life in his hand, he goes er-
ramblin’ er-round in ther waste places of the airth, huntin’
extinck bones in this instunce ;.an’when he finds ’em, frum
ther joyful hullabaloo he puts up you’d think he had
connected wi’ er gold mine. He cyarts them bones out
er ther desert, ships ‘em, say, to New York or London,
whar they aire set up in er mooseum, an’ crowds o’ other
fools goes ter look at ther mortual remainders of thet
pertickler pizzyrinctum-foolerum; an’ they goes inter
exstatics over ets prehistoric ability to set on ets stumpy
tail an’ eat buds out’n ther treetops, and says what a great
man he was thet found et. I reckon thar is whar he
gits his reward, ef he lives ter hear their songs o’ praise.”

Pawnee laughed again.

“What yer snortin’ erbout?” snarled Nomad.

“IT was just chuckling to think how good this cigar is
going to taste, if Cody will let me smoke it,” Pawnee
answered smoothly. ‘I reckon, Pard Bill, if the baron
can taint up the air for a mile round with that furnace
he calls a pipe, I may take a few pulls at this perfecto?”

“Go ahead,” the scout assented. “It. would be’ better
if no one smoked, but since you fellows can’t live with-
out it, we'll have to run the risk. Cayuse is out by the
trail, and his ears are keen.”

Pawnee screened his match with his Stetson, and lighted
his cigar.

“If it wasn’t for the fact that in a week’s time any
trail made at a distance from this dry river bed is blotted
out by the drifting sands,” said the scout, “it would have
been our play to hunt for the trail of the earl at the
point where it is known he started into the desert. And
we may have to try that yet.” -

With the approach of midnight, Buffalo Bill selected
Nick Nomad, and set out with him for the San Simon
village. |

They kept to the trail for two reasons: The going was
better, and in the beaten trail their feet left no notice-

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able tracks. If danger came from the approach of
Apaches, they figured they could slip to one side and so
escape discovery.

“We've a ticklish and risky job ahead of us, Nick,”
said the scout, when they came to the screen of cotton-
woods. ie

“Don’t I know et, Buffler !” !

“My idea is that it will be best for me to go to one
side, and you to the other. We've got to visit each
lodge if we can. If Dunbarton is here as a prisoner,
he will, no doubt, be guarded, so we'll keep close watch
for a guard. And look out for Apache dogs.”

“S’pose, which I don’t expect et, I finds thet a prisoner
is helt in one er the lodges?”

“That’s to be left to your judgment. If the guard
doesn’t see you, and you can tap him on the head with
your revolver, that may seem the best way for you to get
into the lodge.”

“I’m ter resky ther. pris’ner and git him out er thar
ef cane:

“That’s the idea, Nick.”

“An’ s’pose when I does et, et turns out ter be ernother
man?” ‘

“Ah! that’s a possibility. I hardly think it’s a proba-
bility, though. I guess you’d better try to make sure
who the man is before you do anything that may rouse
It’s the Earl of Dunbarton we’re here to
help. But if he isn’t in the village, and some other
white man is, we’ve got to free him if we can.”

One question which had lingered on the tongue of the
borderman remained unexpressed. That question troubled
him as he moved off to the right, following the bank
of the old river. The question was, what he should
do if he butted into a lodge that held the body of the
man slain by the Apache dwarf? He had not asked
it, because it might seem a showing of the white feather.

“Of course,” he declared to himself, “I ain’t a-skeered
of jest ther body of er dead man; of course not. Thet
would be plum’ foolish an’ reedic’lous.’’.

Still, he found himself wishing that the body of the
man slain in Wagstaff had not been brought to this
village by the Apaches, or that he had remained in igno-
CANCE. OF it,

Nomad did his work easily, difficult and dangerous as
it was; and it can be said truly that work more danger-
ous and difficult was never undertaken. His task, and
Buffalo Bill’s, was to steal softly from lodge to lodge
through the village, looking for a lodge which might in-
dicate that a prisoner was held in it.

At any moment, even though the hour chosen was
late, an Apache might step out of a lodge and confront
the searcher, or one of the pestiferous curs that infest
every Indian village might dash forth with wild yelp-
ing and make an attack.

Nomad held his revolver in his gnarled right hand,
with his thumb on the hammer, ready to cock the weapon
and fire it instantly.

The old borderman had been nearly half an hour in
the place, sliding here and there like a shadow, when
he-came to a lodge that had a man in front of it, Nomad
thought it was a redskin, who seemed at first to be asleep.

The moon had staggered into shadow, as clouds veiled
at the man was, to the eyes of the borderman, but
a blur. :

“Whoosh!” he whispered, and dropped to the ground.
“Er prison lodge, er I’m a piegan!”

 

  
  

man, but he held it down.

 

 

ef cur’us thing ter me.

- Then the clouds fell away from the moon, and Nomad

saw something that for a moment froze him with horror:

so that he could riot move.
The mafi in front of the lodge was dressed all in Mite
and his face was that of the victim of the dwarf whose

body had been brought to this place by the Apaches.

A howl of ftight gurgled in the throat of the border-

“Gr-reat snakes! A ghost! Waugh-h! An’ smokin’
er pipe!”

Nomad’s reasoning faculties were ina tangle. He was
stiff with fear and horror, when the smoker by the lodge
rose and stepped out into the clearer moonlight.

All might still have gone well, as the borderman at the
moment was positively without the power of movement,
if the man had not turned in his direction.

-It galvanized Nomad into action. Had it been other-
wise, and the phantom had touched him, the borderman
must have died there of heart failure. The man was
approaching.

A yell left Nomad’s lips, and he sprang straight into
the air as if shot out of a gun. The next moment he
was running as if all the devils of the infernal region

were chasing him.

*Nomad’s sereech brought dondne ae Apaches out of
Suddenly awakened, they beheld a white _
‘man running through the village in the moonlight, a most
- astonishing sight.

their lodges.

Then they began to get into action, with bows and
nitiskets, and set off in pursuit.

heels.

Nomad did not try to fight or stop the pursuit. He
had left his:revolver on the ground where he beheld the
specter. But the way he ran would have given points

_ to an antelope.

Nomad gained the boundary of the village with hair
flying, his coat half off, his shirt open at the throat, and
his eyes fairly popping from his head.

- He did not stop there; he struck the trail, and ran over
it at a mad pace.

He was brought up suddenly by some one in the trail,
and came near running over Pawnee Bill.

“Ts that you, Nomad?” Pawnee demanded.

“Waugh! 1 dunno.”

“LOW here’s Cody P”’

*“T- dunno.” -

“What you running for?”

“Wow! Don’t ask me.” ,

He would have gone on, it seemed, if Pawnee Bill had
not caught him by the arm and swung him round.

The borderman, sent thus spinning, went tumbling down
the bank into the camp, hid under the bluff, where he
saw, dimly, the baron and Little Cayuse.

“Vot iss?” shouted the baron,

““Thet you, Schnitz? What you doin’ hyar?”

“Vot iss der matter? I peen hete all der dime.”

“Tdeft ye at ther camp.”

“Dis is der camp. Vot iss der matter mit you?”

Nomad sank into a trembling heap. Pawnee camé down
the Hank, asking questions. ‘Nomad answered when he
regained his breath and had looked round,

-®Say, I must er been runnin’ some,” he panted.. “This
hyar camp is two miles frum ther village, ain't et? Seems
I wa’n’t on thet trail five min-
utes. Run two miles in five minutes. Waugh!”

   
   

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Some, who dashed from °
their lodges as the borderman passed, were right at his:

  

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ei nat was a hot old foot race, Old Diamond,” ites
admitted. “You were sure going to beat the band.
thought you'd run over me. But what did it ae! ane
where’s Cody?” . ee

“What did et mean? Waugh! Don’t ask me.’

“Well, whete is Cody'?”

ot dunno.”

“You had trouble? and abandoned Hine)

The accusation brought the borderman up with a Jerk
and a snarl.
_ “Nothin’ o’ ther kind! Thet you can say et, Pawnee,
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His feelings choked him,

“Tdt iss a kveerness dot you can’t dell vot iss habbened ©
by you,” growled the baron. “You haf seen anoddsr
vhiskizouzicks ?”’

“Waugh! Gimme time ter breathe an’ turn my seni
wheel round, cain’t ye? By thet time I'll be gittin’ plum’
ershamed er myself, an’ ready ter tork.”

He was near that condition now, and Pawnée forbore
further questioning. Going out into the trail, while
Nomad gathered his mental faculties, Pawnee directed
the Piute to keep close watch there, and suggested that,

no doubt, the borderman had been chased by Apaches.

It did mot please him to see that the borderman’s
streak of mental cowardice was infecting the Piute, who,
being an Indian, had his full)share of superstitions.

Old Nomad was ready to open up, when Pawnee te-.
turned.

“I got ther high-strikes,” he declared; ‘yit I had good
reason. Yer recklects ther tinhorn what the. *Pache
dwarf laid out dead cold?’

“We have had him as a subject for talk ever since
we started,’ Pawnee said. “So I couldn't forget him.”

“You seen him layin’ dead thar in Cody’s room in ther
hotel ?”’

TE Sure id.

“Thet’s what I thought.
ther undertaker’s

“Nomad, what are you driving at?

“Waal—lI seen his ghost!”

“That’s nonsense, of course.
you did.”

“T mean I seen et. Yes, sir! No mistake erbout thet.
I seen et plainer ’n I’m seein’ you now ; fer ther toon
wat brighter thar by ther tepee.’’ pe

“This was in the village?”

“Shore thing. 1 war s’archin’ through et, looking fer
thet fool eatl. I ‘member I war sayin’ ter myself, ‘Ef
ther earl is havin’ as mutch trouble huntin’ fer extinck
bones ez I am in huntin’ fer him, he’ll be payin’ fer ’em
‘fore he finds ’em,’ An’ then I seen him; not ther éarfl,
but ther ghost of ther tinhorn, settin’ in front o’ ther
tepee in ther moonlight, smokin’ er ‘Pipe, all dressed in
white.”’

Pawnee Bill suppressed a laugh.

“Who was dressed in white? The man or the pipe?”

“Ther ghost.”

INONBERSE. ct: .

“All right. But I know what I seen.”

- “Where is Pard Bill?” —

“He war huntin’ through ther village at ther same tiie,
He went one way'through et, an’ me another.”

“And when you got scared and bolted, you left him
there: i

“Seems thet way, Pawnee; I’m sorry ter say et.”

And you seen him taken. ter
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SD deme

“T hope you’re duly ashamed of yourself.”

Pawnee Bill got up, a bit angry, and more than a
bit disturbed and alarmed. —

“We've got to go there at once,” he said, as he lis-
-tened for some sound.

“And you don’t know what happened to him?”

Nomad drew up his knees, hugged them, and shivered. -

“T reckon you're right,” he said.
ter do et.”

He got up, too; but he was shaky, and his courage
was in tatters.

“Pawnee, I’m er coward. Ef yer should kick me
‘twould sarve me right. I'd ruther stick my hand in er
fire than ter go back thar; but—I’ll go, with you ter
lead. This is ther fust time I ever went back on Buf-
fler. An’ no matter what happens, I’ll be gittin’ what I
desarve fer et.’

“Your courage is good, baron?”

“Me? Der vhiskizoozick vot can scare me issn’t been
born yedt alreadty.” ae

“Good for you!”

Pawnee Bill called Little Cayuse out of the trail.

“Cayuse,” he said, when the Piute appeared, ‘“‘we’re
going to the Apache village. You're to stay here, to
look after the things in this camp. We hope ‘not to
be gone long. If anything happens, do the best you can;
thats all:I can say.”

The Piute stared round at the faces of his friends.
The moonlight there was not good, but his black: eyes
were of the sharpest. ;

“Mucho bad trouble, eh?” he said. “Where Pa-e-has-
kar” He used Buffalo Bill’s Indian name.

“Nomad was chased by Apaches, and Pa-e-has-ka was
left behind. We're going now to look for him.”

Little Cayuse stared hard at the borderman.

‘Nomad no see um bad spirit ?”

“I didn’t,” said Nomad.
Et smoked er pipe.”

“Whoosh!” The Piute ducked and shivered. “Where
you see um?” ;

“This is all nonsense—rot!’” cried Pawnee Bill, becom-
ing disgusted, “We can’t stay here talking this way.
You remain by the camp, Cayuse. Nomad, you come
with me. We’re going to see what has happened to Cody.”

Pawnee Bill ascended to the trail, and set out in the
direction of the Apache lodges. °

Behind him came the redoubtable baron, fearing neither
living men nor dead ones, satisfied if he could have his
full share of all the excitement going, and at the end
of it could smoke his pipe in peace.

“That Piute,”’ muttered Pawnee, “will bolt if so much
as a coyote invades the camp; but I can’t help it.”

“Yes, we aire got

“This’n war plum’ saintly.

CHAPTER: Xi
BUFFALO BILL AND SATANTA,

Buffalo Bill heard the borderman’s maniacal screech,
and then heard him running, with the Apaches pouring
out of their lodges and running in pursuit. :

What was the cause of it all Cody did not know. But
the sound of the borderman’s scared yell suggested an-
other attack of ‘‘whiskizoos.”’ ee

Standing ready to go to Nomad’s aid if it seemed he
needed it, Buffalo Bill remained in the lodge shadow,

‘each lodge within view.

_ desired.

. get hold of him, if I do.

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where, at the moment, he happened to be, and. awaited
the dénouement. ead

His sense of hearing soon told him that the rborder=
man had got out of the village and the: Apaches were. -
The confused sounds rolled; -

giving him a sharp run.
away up the trail. is

“I hope our camp won’t be discovered,” he thought.
“As for what stampeded the trapper, I'll know later.
Right now, I wonder if I can’t make use of this hub-
bub here?”

The chase had gone north, and all attention was drawn
in that direction. The scout was at the south of the
village.

So he began to work his way between the lodges, ©

warily watching against a surprise, and looking for in-
dications of a prison lodge.

When some of the warriors came streaming back, Buf-
falo Bill dropped down behind a lodge and hid ‘in its
shadow. ru

He knew that still other braves were out; and he lis-
tened, to hear the talk of those who had come in. It was
a confused throaty garble, and he could not make muich
out of it.

He had not given over his search, so he now crawled.

to the shadow of .another lodge.

Looking around cautiously, he scanned the front of
None seemed to be a prison
lodge.

But he soon beheld something that gave him what
seemed a brilliant inspiration. A tall Indian, wrapped
in a blanket, appeared in the moonlight, not far away,
talking with a group. When he turned, the scout recog-
nized the sharp, clear-cut features, high cheek bones,
shining eyes, and the almost black complexion of Satanta.

“Satan’s own imp!” Buffalo Bill growled. “So, he is
here.
never plays second fiddle for any man.”

Then the brilliant inspiration, as it seemed at the
time, swept through his mind:

“If I could capture that Indian devil-and run him out
of here, I could force any demand on these Apaches |
I could demand the surrender of all the white
prisoners held by the San Simon Apaches, and Satanta

would have to send out the order, to secure his liberty.

Ah! that would be the thing. But how to do it?”

He pondered it as he lay in the shadow and watched
the tall figure of the notorious Apache chief. And hé
recalled the crimes of which Satanta was guilty, many
of them of the blackest dye. . an

“Of course, if I could do it, the cry would be raised
in the,town that he ought to be hanged, and I might
have trouble in carrying out the rest of the program.
But that can come as a thing to be considered after I
It isn’t going to be easy.”

Buffalo Bill’s fear now was that his friends would
take some action which would interfere with his plan.

“Nomad will reach the camp. He hasn’t been cap-
tured, I know that. And if Well, I'll put that aside.
One thing at a time.” ee

Satanita gave some orders, pointed to the trail run-
ning north, drew his blanket closer, and entered one of
the lodges. )

“Good! Now, if I could only have an hour’s time, sd
that everything could quiet down again! But I know I

 

can’t; for my friends will be alarmed about me and

stirring long before that. I’ve got to move at once.”

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And, of course, he is in command; for Satanta

 
 

 

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He waited, however, until the warriors had drifted
away, before trying to reach Satanta’s lodge.

The crawl to it was tiresome, but not especially dif-
ficult; for the ‘attention of the Apaches was still drawn
toward the northern trail. —

Passing to the rear of the lodge, which was in shadow,
the scout lay prostrate there, listening for sounds within.

Suddenly he heard a stirring, then a step that took
some one to the entrance, and outside.

“Satanta’s going out again!”

The thought was annoying. The scout had not prop-
erly credited Satanta’s keenness of hearing. The chief
had heard suppressed breathing behind the tent, and had
stepped out to investigate. it.

Buffalo Bill-heard him coming round the lodge in time
to get to his feet. He was loosening the rope at his
belt when Satanta came in sight.

The surprise must have been great for the obtee He
saw his old enemy before him—Pa-e-has-ka, who had
sent him to the white man’s prison of stone—Pa-e-has-ka,
whom he had sworn to kill; and with a yell he drew his
hatchet and swung it round his head.

The scout jumped and dodged as the keen-edged
weapon whirled past his face. The next jump took him
to the chief, who was pulling a knife, having at Lay mo-
ment no other weapon. —

Buffalo Bill had not been able completely to ane the
knot of the lariat, and it was not only useless to him
now, but a source of danger; for it fouled his feet as
he came face to face with Satanta, and helf threw him
down.

Perhaps this partial fall saved him. Satanta drove
with his knife, but the bright blade passed along the
scout’s back. However, the failure of the knife to find
lodgment, combined with the force of the stroke, pulled
Satanta over; the next moment the scout’s arms, shoot-
ing upward, locked round the redskin’s body, and Satanta
came down on top of the white man.

Buffalo Bill got the redskin’s knife hand, and with a
twist, disarmed him, There was a snapping, as if the
wrist bones of the chief had given away, and the knife
shot off at a tangent and fell to the ground. ‘

Satanta’s yell had caught the attention of the war-
riors. Their answering yells sounded, and the patter of
their moccasins.

The scout knew that he had to act quickly. Drawing
the chief upward, he swung him clear, so that Satanta’s
body described a curve in the air, and came down beyond
the scout’s head.

Before the chief could rise, the scout was up and on
him. This time he got an arm round Satanta’s neck in
a way to press against his windpipe with choking force;

the other arm he hooked under the chief’s elbow.

With this grip, which the threshing chief could not
break, Buffalo Bill began to drag him away from the
lodge, still cherishing the desperate hope that he could
get out of the village with him.

But Satanta had not lost his cleverness. His feet were
free, though trailing. He drew them up, and, with a
jerking kick, drove his moccasins against the scout’s legs,
trying to throw him.

The scout’s choking throat grip tightened, in the hope
that he could reduce the fighting Apache to insensibility,
-and be given no further trouble by him.

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twisted his head about, and so managed to breathe; and
‘kept hammering with his heels at the scout’s legs.

To have slain the desperate Apache would have been
easy. But that was far from the scout’s mind. Satanta
deserved death a dozen times, but the scout had not been

chosen his: executioner.

The coming of the Apaches rendered the scout’s plan
finally hopeless. A dozen or more redskins bore down
on him as soon as saw the struggling figures in the
moonlight.

So the scout dcopoce the chief to the ground, and
sought safety in flight. ue
The ‘dropping of the chief. helped the scout. The
Apaches were stopped, as the Russian wolves are stopped
when the pursued traveler throws them his coat. They

bent over Satanta, perhaps thinking him dead.

This lasted but a moment ; then they were in chase. “Yet
that moment was.more precious than diamonds. It en-
abled the scout to dash behind the nearest lodge and run
for.the shelter of the cottonwoods, near at hand. By
the time the Apaches beheld him again, he was -entering |
the clump of trees.

Lances were hurled, with knives and hatchets; and
muskets roared; but none did harm. The scout sprinted
away through the cover of the timber belt.

Getting out of it, on the other side of the water hole,
he began. to circle, trying to get back into the northerly
trail, and so reach his friends. a

It was a fortunate thing that he had moved quickly.
Otherwise, Pawnee Bill would soon have been leading
the baron and Nomad into the midst of the lodges, where
the uproar was still loudest.

Buffalo Bill heard them as he approached the trail, and
sensed what they were up to.

“Where away ?” Cody called.

His friends stopped. The scout broke through the cot-
tonwood fringe and stood before them.

“That you, Cody? Thank God!’ cried Pawnee, greatly
relieved. “We thought you were in there.”

“I. was, but. 1 didn’t choose to stay.' Take the back
track—well talk later. The fiends are after me, back
there in the trees.’

They back-tracked on the run. Before they had gone
far, they knew that the trail behind them was filling with
Apaches. The redskins were not yelling, but the patter-
ing of their moccasined feet could be heard.

Little. Cayuse, meantime, keen of ear, had been rightly
interpreting the many sounds that had reached him. So,
when, after a fine burst of speed, they reached the camp-
ing ground well ahead of the Apaches, they found that
he had the animals saddled and bridled, and ready for
flight. *
“Tt is Pa-e-has-ka ?’”’ he cried, when he heard them com-
ing and beheld them indistinctly.

AL? said the scout. “Get the horses outs:

“Also got oudt likevise der mooel,” the baron said,
panting heavily. ‘Ve ar-re on der run.”

The Piute disappeared.

By the time they reached the spot where the Indian
had been standing, they heard him bringing the animals
from their place of concealment under the bluff.

“Cayuse ferever!” cried Nomad. “Hyar’s ole Hide-
rack, and when I hits saddle leather, thar ain't nothin’
goin’ ter ketch me.’

All climbed into the saddle.

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18 DoE BUPPALI)
= “You're a jewel,” said Pawnee Bill, as he took the
reins 6f his beloved Chick-Chick. ‘Need help there;
baron?”

“Nit, [can my own helpfulness.

- yourselluf.”

“T’m doing it, Schnitz.”

They now galloped the horses along the trail.

Two hundred yards behind them were the running

You look oudt for

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Apaches, whose howls began to rise like wolf cries when |

they discovered that the white men had secured horses.

“Hoob-a-la!” the baron shouted, ‘‘Tofer, idt iss now
oop to you to did idt. Go ‘long mit you.”

“Shall we give ’em er taste o’ lead, Buffler?’” Nomad
demanded. ‘My revolver is missin’, but I finds my ole
rifle tied ter ther saddle, an’ I’m shore itchin’ ter use et.”

“No. Drive ahead. We were the aggressors to-night.
If we're forced into a corner, we'll fight; not otherwise.”’

Pawnee brought up the rear on Chick-Chick, And it
seemed that he must be enjoying it. For they soon heard
him singing:

“He who fights and runs away,
May live to fight another day;
Arid he who gallops off in fright,
May live to sleep another night.”

“CHAPTER At:
| THE BORDERMAN EXPLAINS,

“Now tell us about it.”

They were miles from thé scene of their exciting ad-
ventures, atid had ridden into one of the small oases that
were ringed with cottonwoods and offered grass and
water.

It was Buffalo Bill speaking to old Nomad, as they
dismounted. But the bordertian did not want to talk.

“You goin’ ter camp hyar?”’ he queried.

“No, we're going to do circus sttnts in the moonlight.”

The horses were hot, and wanted to plunge their noses
into the water. ~

“Well picket them,”
get a bit of rest first.”

The picket pins, of iron, were driven into the ground,
and at the ends of lariats attached to the pins, the horses.
were held, with hard-knot loops, that would not slip,
round their necks. A blow or two from a boot heel was
all that was needed to drive a pin into the ground.

Little Cayuse, after picketing his pony, went otit into
the trail, where he laid his ear to the sand and listened.
“*Pache all gone,’ he reported, when he came back.

“We gave thein.a run for their money, I guess,” Paw-
nee Bill commented.

“Now we'll hear your story, Nomad,” the scout said

‘again.

Nomad had fished out his black pipe arid was Ean’

the bowl with tobacco.

“Let somebody else tell et,” he said, as he drew the
flame of a match across his pipe. “Et’s er fact, Buf-
fler, that I don’t keer to.”

“Tell it, Old Diamond,” urged Pawnee Bill.

said the scout, “and let them

“T see

that Cody isn’t going to open up about his highly inter-
esting adventure until you have’ made the first play. If
you don’t tell what you know, I'll have to.”

“Trouble is,’ said. Nomad, “I don’t know nothin’, ex-
ceptin’ thet I acted plum’ foolish an’ shameful toward
Buffler; fer which I’m axin’ his pardon.”

   

“coming back to the borderman,

BILL “STORIES,

“Tt’s granted.as soon as you ask it.
pose there was anything calling for a pardon.”

“Thar. is,” said the trapper, as he sheoked MPS “thar

shore i ib.
“T encountered old Satanta himaell, ” said Cody.

“Waugh! Satanta!”

“And he gave me a mighty lively. usele
was foolish enough to think | could probably. capture him
and get him out of the village. We could have held him
and exchanged him for the Earl of Dunbarton or any
white prisoners the Apaches are holding. I slipped up
in my calculations. He put up a good fight.
came to him, and I was busy gettirig myself out of that
scrape. It’s not much of a story, but I sure had a lively
time.”

‘Satanta!’’ Nomad grunted,.

“Thet ole whelp is hyar
fer certain, then?”

Pawnee and the baron asked for details, and the scout.

gave them.
Nomad listened attentively, and smoked in silence.
“L’ve told what I saw, and why I ran,” said the scout,

you saw and why you ran?’
“Don’t ask me, Buffler?’
“Pawnee Bill laughed.
CEM Mave 16 tell it, then,
has seen another ghost.”
It was what Buffalo Bill had suspected.

“What form did the whiskizoo take this hiner? he.

asked.
Nomad straightened with an effort.

“TI reckon I has got ter make a clean breast,” he said.

_“Yit I knows you ain’t goin’ ter believe et.
I did see er ghost—ther ghost o’ ther tinhorn what ther
 “Paches dwarf stung ter death thar in Wagstaff.”

Truth is,

Buffalo Bill’s interest was quickened.
“That sor” he said.
“Now, ye're laffin’ at me!”
“Not a bit of it.. 1 want to know just what you
saw.”
“T has told ye.”
“The particulars.
do, or say?”

“Et war settin’ in front of a Lele dressed all in white,
and et war smokin’ er pipe.’

Pawnee Bill laughed again,

“Thet’s all right,” the borderman grumbled; “laff ef
ye want to. But I knows what I seen.” © -

“But the man you name was killed, you know,” said
the scout.

“Sure thing. How, otherwise, c’d I be seein’ his ghost ?
Live ten don’t have ghosts, Et war dressed all in

white, an’ et smoked a pipe,’’ he added, as if these were
convincing details. -

~ “That pipe sounds sttre like a live man,” argued the
scout. “I can’t say that I am familiar with ghosts
never having seen one.
they were given to smoking tobacco.”
“I see ye don’t onderstand,’ Nomad urged. “Et war
er sperit pipe an’ sperit terbacket, "Ef when he is livin’
a man smokes er pipe, natcherly he’d contitiner et after.

You saw it plainly. What did it

Waugh Br
He shrugged his shoulders atid shivered,

he’s dead, ef he could. Seems like this nye ghost could. j

“If the ghost,” said the scout, ‘was stuns. a ease in.

‘But. I. didn’t stip-

You. see, a

 

Then help.

“Now Vl hear what

Cody, our worthy friend

But 1 sure never heard that

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front of a lodge, the man was not a prisoner; that seems
clade.” 3!

“Ye don’t onderstand, I see, an’ ye cain’t be made

ter onderstand. How could er ghost be helt as a pris’ner? -

Et’s pluny reedic’lous ter think of et in thet way.. Ef
er ghost wanted ter set in front of er lodge, et could do
et, without ther redskins even knowin’ of et; et c’d re
veal etself jest ter me alone.
man! Umptl”

“We've got to acknowledge, Old Diamond,’ Pawnee
put it, “that the tinhorn, as you call him (we don’t know
whether he was Granger, or Crockett Brace, or the Earl
of Dunbarton) was apparently as dead as they make ’em.
And we feel sure that the Apache dwarf, who cashed 1 in
at the same time, is dead without a doubt. Still

“Thar ye go!” the borderman fumed. “You takes me
ter task fer believin’ quar things, when ye’re willin’ yer-
self ter believe things that aire plum’ quarer. For is et
easier ter believe that a dead man kin come back ter
life, or ter believe that his speret kin come back? Et’s a
question I’d Pintedly like ter HaNe yer answer in er
sens’ble way.’

“Give it up, Old Diamond.”

“Me, too. Vot iss der usefulness oof making your
prains tired? Vot oof he iss alife, or vot oof he iss
deadt? Idt iss a pitzness vot ton’dt make no tifference
mit us.
Unt Iam too veary to tink apoudt idt.
haf some nice vedder to-morrow. Yaw!
somet’ing else.”

“But this hyar

“Ach! I t'ink idt “Vil nodt rain soon.”

“But ye didn’t see et, baron.”

“Qof ve do nodt haf any rain idt vill be a long dry
sbell, huh? Vill it nit?”

“Wow! Now ye’re pokin’ fun at me.”

“No. But dhis vhiskizoozick pitzness iss for fools unt
chiltern. Dare iss no ghosdts; dare iss no sbirits outsite
oof a bottle; dare iss no deadt men vot come pack to
lifeliness again. Idt iss all tom-foolishness.”

“How do ye know?” Nomad snapped.

“Common sensidiveness dells me.”

“Waal, then, what did I see?’

“Imatchination. You vos looking for ghosdts, unt you
seen him. You alvays findt vot you look for. Iss idt nit

sot 77?
Pawnee laughed again.

“Baron, hereafter, "Dm going to ee thinking of five-
dollar gold pieces and looking for them,” he said. “I'll
die rich yet.”

. Buffalo Bill stood up, with head turned toward the
trail. ~As he did so, Little Cayuse, who had been in
the trail, came leaping down the slope into the camp.

“You heard something, Cayuse. I thought I did.”

“Ai. - Men come pronto.” 7

All were on-their feet. Soon they could hear hurried
feet; and later, in addition, the deep breathing of tired
men.

“Apaches?” Pawnee questioned.

As if in“answer came a yell.

“White men, more likely, pursued by Apaches,”
the scout.

The men came up at a fast clip, turned from the trail

iD otink: veovan
Talk apoudt

 

guessed
™

close by the camp, and pied for cover in the cotton-

woods,

Anas ier ‘et bein’ er

Ve ar-re not hoondting ghosdts nor deadt men. °

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_ “Waugh!” Nomad breathed. “What do ye think of
thet?”

“Teton Jim’s gang of plug-uglies, I suspect,” said the
scout.. “They have sought shelter in this oasis.”

CHAPTER XII.

“HEMMED IN,

It was not a pleasant situation in which the scout and
his friends now found themselves. The Apaches, hot
on the trail of the white men, came up to the cotton-
woods and opened fire with muskets. They were strong
in numbers and surrounded the oasis.

Aside from the personal danger, which could be mini-
mized by lying low, there was danger that the horses
would be killed.

“Wharever aire them tinhorns, anyhow ?”’ Nomad
grumbled, “They came in hyar an’ ducked out o’ sight,
an’ now we has got ter fight their battle fer ’em. Ef
I gits my grippers on Teton Jim’s neck, I'll pull et out
so long he ‘kin use et fer a shoe string an’ tie bow knots
in et. Waugh! This hyar makes me spit pizen.”

The baron’s mule seemed to have been hit by a bullet,
for he began to plunge and kick.

“Yaw! I musdt seen to dot,” said the ea “Cay-
use, you come mit me, unt ve vill seen vedder or nodt
ve can git der animals furder under der pank. Himmel!
Oof dot Toofer mooel is kilt alreadty !”

He sneaked out of the camp under the sandy bank,
and made his way, with the Piute, to the point where the
mule and the horses were plunging. That brought them
out into the moonlight, and revealed an unexpected sight,
that had comedy elements in it.

One of the outlaws was trying to get at the horses,
no doubt, with: the idea of mounting and making a dash
for safety through the Apache ranks. But as he had
attempted it alone, he was meeting with trouble. Toofer
had not been touched by a bullet; he had simply been
angered by the approach of this stranger. And, shifting
ends with himself, as Nomad would have put it, he kept
turning, presenting his heels to the foe.

When the baron saw this, he was convulsed with sup-
pressed laughter.” ;

“Ach! dot peautiful mooel! He iss-so wise as I am.
Dot iss righdt, Toofer. Hidt him mit der jaw in. I
am pedtting you against my lasdt tollar. Hoob-a-la!’’

The man dodged from side to side, but the mule turned
as if on a pivot and flashed forth his shining heels when-
ever the rascal carne near. Seeing that the mule was go-
ing to be a difficult proposition, the man now tried to
get past him and reach the horses.

. He watched his opportunity, and made a running dash,
his objective point being Cody’s splendid animal, Bear
Paw.

By his quick run he escaped the mule’s heels, but he
could not defeat Toofer’s ingenuity. For, instead of
whirling again to kick, Toofer rushed him, with mouth
wide open, and caught him in the back. The next mo-
ment the man was being lifted in the air and shaken as a
dog would shake a rat.

The baron’s delight overflowed in an explosive yell.

. At the same time, he rushed in, to take a hand in the

fracas, screaming to Toofer to “keeb idt oop.”

The man’s coat came away in the teeth of the mule, the
rascal being literally shaken out of it, and he fell in a

 
 

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2a THE BUFFALO

headlong sprawl. He would now have leaped up arid
made a get-away, but the baron was upon him.

“Whoob!” the German bellowed, throwing himself
astride thé tan, and jamming the fellow’ s head into the
sand, “First idt iss Toofer, unt now idt iss me. Cayuse,
your helpfulness idt vouldt be abbreciated.”

But, though appareritly ktiocked ott, the rascal was
still equal .to the emergency: Reaching up, he got the
baron by the hair, jerked his head round, and, as the
baron’s hold was tlits broketi, the man wriggled froin
under. The next instatit a stinging blow in the face and
a kick in the stomach, delivered almost at the same in-
stant, 80 disconcerted the Gernian, and so filled him with
pain, that the man escaped. _

Little Caytise came up too late.

“Let hit went.” . :

The baron sat up, groaning, his hands pressed to his
stotnach.

“Ach! Yiminiddy.”

Buffalo Bill and Pawnee, htitrying to the baron’s as-
sistance, now came ih sight.

‘What’ § the row?” cried Pawnee.

“Idt ain'dt no row now,” the baron groaried; ide iss
der stomach ache. He took det adwantage oof mé.

“The mule wasn’t hit by a bullet?” asked the scout.

“Ach, 0! lat iss me; I am hidt by a boot.”

“Tinhorn gone,” said Little Cayuse.

“A tat was here?”

“Try git um caballo,” the Piute explained.

“Unt idt vos me he got. Donne# unt blitzen! Cody, iss
idt a fair deal, to hit unt Bick at der same time? Idt iss
vot he done.”

“One of those plug-uglies.

“Yaw. Idt vos Dedon Yim. He vos trying to sdeal
Toofer. Toofer iss shake him undil his coat fall off;
dare idt iss. Dhen I strattle his neck. Yoost vhen I
haf got him, he gif me a gick in der ‘stomach unt his fist
hidts my face in, unt he iss a goneness. Idt vos a shame.”

He got up, still groaning. ;

The toise had attracted the attention of the Apaches.
Muskets crashed in the trail, and bullets threshed through

Did you recognize him?”

the trees.

Toofer swapped ends again and lunged otit with his
heels,

“Kyvit idt!” said the baron. “Vot iss der usefulness
oof gicking adt pullets? You can’t hit ’em! Cayuse,
loosen oop dose picket pins.”

The baron and the Piute bestirred themselves, and were
-Muskets blazed and bellowed again
in the trail, and more bullets toyed with the leaves and

| limbs of the cottonwoods.

The animals were got off the picket ropes, pushed up
under the sandy bluff, and hobbled there, where they
were in comparative safety.

Nomad had joined his friends by this time.

“T think we’d better swarm in hyar ourselves,” he said,
“along with ther animiles.”
The Apaches continued to fire into the trees. _ All round

the oasis yells rose, showing that it was surrounded.
“T’ve heard you say yourself, this is a free countfy,”
Pawnee reminded Nomad, when the borderman’s gruni-
bling began to grow monotonous. “So you ought to ad-
mit that these other men had a right to seek shelter here.
Still, it makes an awkward situation,” he admitted.

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Now and then, jttst to show the Apaches that he was

still living, Nomad turned his rifle on the trail and spat
lead at his invisible. foes. lt eased the pain of his
indignation,

Though the Apaches marly times outnumbered the white

‘men shéltered by the cottonwoods, they were too wary

to try to take the place by storm. It is not the Indian

way to assume needless risk. Feeling sure that they had

the white men, they felt they could afford to. wait.
When an hour or more had gone by, with a desultgry

mitisket fire aid occasional yells, the only indication that

the Oasis was invested, Teton Jim made himself heard.
“Hi, there!” he called.
He had crawled as close as he felt he dared,
“Waal, what is et?” Nomad snarled,
“Dont Shoot.”
“We'll not waste afiy ammitinition on you,” Buffalo Bill
asstired him. ‘‘What do you want: ro
“We thought mebby you'd like to jine forces with us,’
the rascal said.
f naan gave you that atntising idea?’ asked Pawnee
ill

“Fer reasons o’ greater safety. I reckon thar’s more

- thana hundred Apaches out thar, afr they’ re ugly. Soon’s.

mortiin’ coines they’re goin’ to charge us.’

“You're Teton Jim?” asked the scout.

“Yes. Il’in the same ole twoply fool.
wotildn’t be hyar. But what d’ye say : ia

“We'll talk about it in the morning,’

“When inebby it’s too. late, ” the half-blood urged.
“Better talk about it now.’

“You were trying to get at our horses a while ago,”
reminded the scott. “That wast’t a. véty good intro-
duction to our good will.”

“We didn’ t know whose they wete, ther. We jest seen
hosses, an’ I allowed I'd try to git ’etti. We didn’t know
you was in hyar at that titie.”

“You knowed dot mooel vos mine,” said the bafon;
“dare iss nodt anodder like him.”

“T believe yer , When ‘I want to fight with a kickin’

Otherwise, I

machine, Dm goiii’ to ae fer him. The thief stole my

coat, t60;”

“We'll wait until dyin * said the scout, “before. .

we can think of trusting you.
tack before that time.’
“That the best you'll do?”

The Apaches will not at-

When assured’ that it was, Teton Jim crawled ac

He was back again at the first sign of day.

“What dye say now?” he queried.

“How many men you got?” inquired Pawnee Bill,

“Seven, all told.

“Two tore as we haf got,” milittered the baron.

“We thitik we'll wait a while,” said the scout, “and sée
what the Apaches intend to do. This place tinder the
bluff is small, and we don’t like to be cfowded,”

“Well, I’ve got a proposition fer ye,” Teton Jim added.
id thought when we came in an’ jined ye, we 'd talk
it over, but I'll jest throw it ott now.”

“Send it along, if it’s anything interesting,” Pawnee
Bill acquiesced. “Life is dull here and perhaps one of
your fairy tales will lighten it.”

“I reckon, seein’ that we know what ye’re down hyar
fer, thar’s no sense in beatin’ round the bush,” said the
half-blood. “It's this: We'll jirle ye, and play fair; and
divvy in the end,”
   

THE BUFFALO

“You think we’re down here hunting gold,” said the
scout. 7. :

ANGLO ee

“What do you think we’re here for?”

“To play the rescue act fer that Earl of Dunbarton,
and rake in good boodle fer doin’ it.”

“You know where he is?’

The scout had been rather astonished by Teton Jim’s
display of knowledge.

“We're figgerin’, same as you,” said the outlaw, ‘that
the Apaches has got him. You ain’t got eriough men in
your crowd to pull off the job you've tackled. Jine
forces, and we'll have twelve men; and twelve men of
gtit can whip a hundred of these San Simon Apaches.”

“Tork is cheap,’ said Nomad.

“With Buffalo Bill to lead the bunch, we c’d do it!”
said the half-blood confidently. “Jest this way: We have
got repeatin’ rifles an’ revolvers. This San Simon crowd
ain’t got nothin’ but-some old muskets an’ a lot of bows
and lances. My men has got hosses, hid furder back, if
once we c’d git to ‘em. Say we fight our way out of
this; and we could,’ with Cody to do the headwork. Then
we-git our hosses. Then to-night, or when we can, we
rides up to the Apache village, and charges it, shootin’
down everything that shows a head. We could stampede
‘em. Somewhar in that village, we figger, is this Earl
of Dunbarton. Say we git him out, backtrack to Wag-
staff, send a cable to his folks that he is safe and sound,
and the rescie work has been done; then collect that fifty
thousand dollars reward, and divvy it. What d’ye say
ta thats:

“The picture you draw quite fascinates me,” said Paw-
ne@ Bile 3
“Will ye do it?” asked Teton Jim, his voice rising with
hope. A :
“When We can’t rescue the Earl of Dunbarton in any
othet way, we'll call on you,’ was Cody’s answer.

3

CHAPTER XIII.
THE ATTACK OF THE DWARFS.

So far as could be told, the Apaches disappeared with
the coming of daylight.

Teton: Jim then once more appeared. He came boldly ©

into the scout’s camp this time, with his men at his heels.

“We allowed you had-got lonesome over hyar by this
time,” he said.
. They were seven in number, hulking specimens of dis-
reputable humanity, and well armed.

“When white men come up ag’inst redskins,” said the
half-blood, “then it’s time fer the white men to fergit
their little differences and jine forces fer the common
good, It’s the way I look at it.”

Nomad wanted to ask the half-blood if he really con-
sidered himself a white man, but forbore.

“We'll get along all right,” the scout informed them,
- “80 long as you fellows act square. We haven't asked
your company, and it seems this oasis ought to be big
enough to hold all of us without crowding; but if you
think otherwise, let it go at that. I suppose you've got
something to eat with you?” i

“That's one p’int I was goin’ to eloocidate,” Teton Jim
admitted. ‘We ain't.’

“T thought it.”

The scout ordered Little Cayusé to opett one of the

 

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food packs, and placed before his unwelcome gtiests food
in abundance ; and they honored him by eating heartily. -
“Allus ther way wi’ Buffler,” the bordertian grumbled
under his breath; “his heart is too big fer his head. Them.

-ombrays will eat his grub, then turn round and fun a

knife into him ef they git er chaince. My word would
be ter kick ’em out er ther camp prompt an’ vig’rous. Ef
ye nuss a rattler, sooner ér later, he’s shoreegoin’ ter
bite ye.”

The views of the baron, which he kept to himself, were
not more cheerful. Pawnee Bill affected his usual half
hilarity. Buffalo Bill was grave and watchful. He dis-
liked the presence of these met, but it was not in his
heart to refuse food to any one. Western hospitality,
according to his view, gave food even to a needy foe.

“Why ever,” said Teton Jim, “has the ’Paches cut out?

“Have they?” asked Pawnee.

“Well, they ain’t ki-yi-in’ none.”

“What gave you the notion, Teton,’ asked the scout,
“that we meant to try to rescue the Earl of Dunbarton?”

“That reward of fifty thousand, principally. Then, one
o’ my frietds heard Nomad hintin’ in the town his belief
that the earl had fell afoul of the ’Pachés an’ was bein’
held by ’em. Them was too good p’inters. So when we
seen you gittin’ ready to hit this trail, we got ready to
foller.” ;

“With the idea that you would help us, and we'd
divvy?”

“Jest 80,” said the ruffan.

“And if we found gold, as you thought might happen,
you expected to jump us and take it?’

Teton Jim laughed.

“T don’t reckon thar is any gold in this kentry,.”

“What is your plan now?” said the scout, anticipating
a lie in answer.

“We're figgerin’ that you fellers aire goin’ to need us
bad, before you git away from hyar; and will be beggin’
us to help ye, an’ willin’ to do the right thing in payin’
fer it. Ye see,” he added, beginning to show his hand,
“thar aire seven of us, an’ only five o’ you, an’ were a

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- long ways from Wagstaff. The law don’t cut much ice in

a place as hot as the San Simon Desert.”

“You're so cool,” commented Pawnee, “that the heat
won't have much chance at us, while you're feat, any-
how.” ae

“Tt’s jest as well to be frank,” Teton Jim declared.

“Then, you mean that you intend to hang afotind,
watching to see what we do, and force us to divide up
with you, whatever happens?” asked the scout.

“That’s about the size of it, Cody.’

“But you fail to understand that we don’t waht any
reward, even if we should succeed in locating the Earl
of Dunbarton and rescuing him. We were sent hefe,
you see, by the war department; we’re working under that
department, on salaries. And we haven’t found the earl.”

“Bill Bennett, over thar,” said Teton, nodding his head
toward a low-browed tember of the gang, who was even
more evil in looks than the others, “heard you fellers
talkin’ last. night, when he had sneaked in clos’t enough.
I didn’t mean to mefition it, but I will tow, jest to prove
that we know a few things. What he heard went to show
that you fellers has see a white man in the “Pache vil-
lage.”

“Whoosh!” Nomad exclaitied, ini disgiist.

  
 

22 THE BUFFALO

“What's bitin’ ye, old man?’ Teton Jim asked this in-
solently.

‘Nomad thinks,” said Pawnee, “that he saw a ghost.” |

Some of the ruffians opened their eyes. A strain of

' Indian blood, combined with general ignorance and lack

of schooling, rendered them an easy prey to superstition.
But Teton Jim was apparently of different fiber, for all

_ that he had Indian blood and a great lack of education.

_ tight.

“Thet ghost,” said Nomad, always anxious to talk about
it, “war settin’ in front of a ’Pache lodge, smokin’ a pipe,
all dressed in white; and looked like ther feller ther dwarf
killed in ther hotel in Wagstaff.”

The half-blood, biting into a strip of dried meat, stared
at the borderman, but did not stop eating.

“An’ sense he is shore dead as any salted herrin’,” the
borderman went on, “‘will ye be kind ernough ter tell me
what et war thet I did see?”

“Tf ye seen him,” said the half-blood, “then he ain’t
dead. But mebby the moonlight fooled ye. You was
pokin’ round thar lookin’ fer him, I take it?”

“Sure. An’ I seen him.”

“Well, you was fooled. Must’a’ been. What you seen
was a white man, an’ the moonlight done the rest of
the trick. And if it was a white man; ten chances ter
one the man you looked at was this hyar Earl of Dun-
barton. It was the moonlight that made his clo’es Jook
white.”

“Have et yer way,” said Nomad, unconvinced,

“Ain’t that the way you figger it, Cody?’ asked the
half-blood. :

“It’s a question I don’t care to discuss.”

“You don’t care to disctiss it with me, ye mean? All
You don’t haf to. But you don’t need to tell me
that you won’t leave hyar until ye find out who it was.

| Well, we'll be round when-you make that diskivery.”

“You ton’dt vant me to order dot Toofer mooel to keek

, you oudt oof der camp, huh?” cried the baron.

_ “Dutchy, I ain’t afraid o’ your mule in the daytime.
But he sure had me goin’ last night. Thanks fer the
reminder. That’s my'coat over thar, an’ I’ll jest put it
on, to keep the dew off.”

One of his men picked it off the ground where it lay
in a rumpled heap, and tossed it to him.

Fe stopped the movement of his jaws long enough to
put the coat on. Then he tried once more to induce Buf-

‘falo Bill to accept himself and his men as members of

the scout’s party, with a view to the ultimate division
of the spoils which he still believed the scout was out for.

After they had satisfied their hunger, Teton Jim and

- his men listened to reason, and went to the other side

eo

of the cottonwood grove to act as guards there against
an Apache surprise. ?

Eventually, Buffalo Bill crept out into the trail, and
made sure that no Indians were in it. Nevertheless, he
decided to stay in the grove until dark, and take no
chances. |

Along about noon, Teton Jim sent off two of his men,
to get the horses they had left in hiding some distance
on the back trail. The men were not two hundred yards
from the grove when they were suddenly attacked by a
number of Apache dwarfs, who rose as if out of the
ground and rushed on them with reckless impetuosity.

One of the men was struck down instantly; the other
whirled round, shook off the little fiends that clutched

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him, and ran toward the grove at a speed that was phe-
nomenal. . :
Teton Jim dashed with his men to the edge of the grove
and tried to shoot down the dwarfs. But the little red-
skins dropped back into their hiding places, and so out
of sight, dragging with them the man they had killed. A

little later they thrust up a defiant lance pole with the -

man’s head on the point.

The fellow who had escaped plunged into the grove.

And, when Buffalo Bill’s men saw him, he showed. a
ragged wound in his right arm, where a knife had bitten
deep.

- Buffalo Bill dressed the wound. a

“All I’m hopin’ is,” said the man, “that the knife didn’t
hold on it none o’ that infernal snake pizen; if it did, ’m
a gone “un.”

The unhappy wretch shivered with fear as the scout
gave the wound attention and tried to make him com-
fortable. a

“No goin’ out of this place ag’in fer me,” he said, “until
I know that the ’Paches have pulled their freight for
home and mother. Gee! Who'd have thought of them
little devils bein’ hid there?”

This discovery, that the fiendish dwarfs might be found
hiding anywhere along the trail, dampened the scout’s

desire to reconnoiter in the direction of the Apache vil- —

lage, a step he had been contemplating.

He decided to wait until darkness came again, and see
what the Apaches meant then to do. As for Teton Jim,
he had no further desire to send men to bring in the
horses, .

“The .’Paches will capture them horses, of course,” he
admitted. “But let °em. It can’t be helped.’

As fiight came ,2gain, it became apparent that the |

Apaches were returning to the vicinity of the grove.
They were not seen in the trail,, but the movement of
bushes on some of the near-by hills told of their pres-
ence. ‘One of the dwarfs got into a tree on the edge
of the grove, and looked down into the camp of the white
men. Nomad saw him, and was tempted to drop him
from his high perch with a bullet.

Buffalo Bill prevented it, and almost regretted his
leniency afterward. For later events showed that the
Apache dwarfs no more deserved merciful considera-
tion than the snakes, whose poison they sometimes used.

The proof of this came with the closing in of dark-

ness, shortly before the rising of the moon. —

A dozen of them, perhaps more, pitched wildly over
the sandy bluff into the camp, which now held Buffalo
Bill’s force and that of Teton Jim. Their coming was
like that of an avalanche; the air seerned filled with them.
They came yelling, each armed with a knife, which he
began to use as soon as his feet struck the ground.

The wildest kind of a fight followed in the darkness.

Men were knocked from their feet, and sometimes
friend struck at friend. The dwarfs screeched, and
worked their knives.

While the desperate affray was at its worst, the Apache
warriors were heard charging in from the trail.

Such of the white men as could, flung off the dwarfs
that clung to them like leeches, and, backing against the
bluffs, or getting behind the horses, they opened with
their revolvers on the Apaches. There was a flare of
fire as the revolvers spurted their lead. :
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But the fighting, all of it, did not last five minutes, from
the. time the dwarfs pitched over the bluff until the
Apache braves broke ard retreated.

.Then it was found that two of Teton Jim’s men had
been killed and four of the dwarfs lay dead in the camp.

Nomad was the first to make the discovery that Buf+
falo Bill was gone.

“Waugh!” he roated, after he had felt round and
clawed over the spot where he knew the scout had fallen
during the fight. ‘‘Whar’s Buffler ? Cody, ye hyar?”

“Something happened to Cody?” catne in the panting
voice of Pawnee Bill.

“Thet you, Pawnee? I dunno what’s happened. But
he went down right hyar. Strike a match.”

He struck one himself. It showed the bodies of the
dwarfs and Teton’s men who had fallen, but did not
reveal Buffalo Bill.

“Er-waugh!’ Nomad roared.

He threw off Pawnee, who tried to stop him, and
dashed out of the little hollow, following the retreating
redskins.

But in a minute he was back.

“So dark I cain’t see out thar,’ he said. “But they
shore has kerried off Cody. Strike another match.”

“I’ve been striking them,’ said Pawnee, ‘“‘and he isn’t
here
“Air the ’Paches gone?” asked Teton Jim.

“Yes, they've gone, kerryin’ Buffler wi’ ’em. But I’m
goin’ ter foller.”

CHAPIER XIV.
THE PRISONERS.

The Apache attack had been hurled at Buffalo Bill per-
sonally. Not with the intention of killing him, but to
capture him, ‘The desperate plunge of the dwarfs had
been for the purpose of throwing the camp into confu-
sion, so that the Apache braves could dash in at less risk
and secure the scout.

Hence none of the dwarfs turned a knife against the
scout, but attacked the other men with a fury baffling
description.

The scout was thrown down and knocked senseless.
When he came to himself, he was in the trail, wrapped
in a blanket that was being used as a stretcher, in which
he was being hurried along as fast as his captors could
carry him.

He also discovered, at the same time, that cords held
his. ankles together and bound his wrists.

Into the village he was borne; the clamor his entry
aroused helping somewhat to clear his faculties; then
he was pitched, still bound, into a lodge, and was in utter
darkness as soon as the lodge flap fell in place.

“Tough luck!’ «he grumbled. “I wonder “what hap-
pened to the others?”

He was astonished to hear a voice in the lodge—that
of a white man.

. “That you, Cody?”

“Yes,” said the scout, supptessing a groan of pain.
“What is left of me.”

“I thought it was you.

“Who are you?’

“Grang—Crockett Brace!”

The cloud temporarily dulling the mind of the scout
lifted still further, arid memory set to work.

I’m in hard luck, too.”

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But before he could ask questions, there was an inter-
ruption.

A number of warriors came into the tepee with a flam-
beatt. The one who held it lowered the flame and played
the light in Buffalo Bill’s face.”

The San Simon variety of Apache speech gave the
scout trouble, but he began to understand that some of
the men had been brought i in to identify him.

“You Pa-e-has-ka?r’’ he was asked.

“Tell ’em you ain't,” Brace warned, in a: low grumble.
“They thought I was at first, and it was near the death
Ot me.

The scout affected not to understand the Apache, though
the question was in English, He shook his head.

“You no Pa-e-has-ka?”

But they clamored among themselves that he was
Pa-e-has-ka, and pointed to his clothing, his hair and im-
perial, his big hat, and his tall boots. They could not
be deceived.

“Ai, you Pa-e-has-ka!” shouted the spokesman.

Satisfied of this, they went out.

“It’s a sure thing,’ said Brace, “that Satanta doesn’t
happen to be here right now, or he’d have come in with
‘em. I haven’t got time to explain, but I know you're
to be killed, and probably tortured before you are killed,
as soon as that red devil gets in. And he won’t be away
long.”

“I guess the old fiend has it in for me,” the scout ad-
mitted.

Ex oute mighty clever, Cody—every one says so; but
I suppose you can’t think of any way to get us out of this
box te

“You’re Jim Granger? Yotl came near saying so a
while ago?”

The man breathed heavily, and hesitated.

“That's right,” he admitted. “What’s the use of deny-
ing it here?”

“T’ve got a warrant for your arrest somewhere in my
possession,”

The man muttered irritably.

“You came here, in this way, to serve it, ch?” He asked.
“That might be considered a joke, 1f this was any titne
for joking. But what I asked is whether you can’t think
up some way to get tis otit of here? We'll have to work
quick, for, as soon as Satanta gets here, it will be all off,
and our minutes will be numbered,”

Buffalo Bill was silent a moment.

“You're tied. tight?’

“Ves, hand and foot; and a rope goes to one of the
lodge poles back here, anchoring me so that I can hardly
move.”

“It’s a desperate chance, as I see it; ard even if we

did get away, Gtanger, | should be forced to arrest you.
You gave .

aiterward, even though I might not want to.

me a merry chase that time, and slipped through my
fingers.” /

“I’d risk doing it again, if I was otit of here. But
I'd rather do time than to meet what I know I'll get if
L. stays?

“You've been told that you are to be killed?”

* That's right. 1 gat it straight from Satanta. He
wanted to get you; he was gunning for you, and I just
happened to fall into his hands. So it’s all day with
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Hardly a minute had elapsed after the warriors left
the tent; the scout had done some quick thinking, and they
had talked hurriedly.

‘Here goes for a try,” he said, in a whisper, and rolled
toward Granger. “Your hands tied behind you?’ he
asked, as he touched Granger’s body.’

Ves 3)

“Can you turn yourself so that I can get at the knots
with my teeth?” |

Granger twisted round and Pa his back to the
scout.

The thongs were buckskin, with the knots set hard.
The scout could do nothing with the knots. So he at-
tacked the buckskin cord.

It took him all of five minutes to tear and strip it ad
sO weaken it that Granger could break it.

“You've done it!” said Granger, in an excited whisper,
as his hands separated.

“Feel round, and try to find a flat stone, or any kind
that may have a rough edge.”

He rolled to and fro himself\in the darkness, searching
as well as he could. :

-“Here’s something,” Granger whispered.

“Has it got an edge?” The scout rolled back.
it against my face, so that I may know.

Granger pushed the stone against the scout’s cheek and
moved it round.

“Not bad. You'll have to make it serve as a knife.
Now Vl turn over, and you’re to saw the cords off
my wrists.”’

Granger worked furiously, as soon as the scout’s hands
were in position.

“Gee! I believe it’s going to work,” he whispered.

“Sure itis. Keep right at itv’

The sawlike edge of the little stone ate through the
cords, and the scout had his shands free.

“Now give me that stone,’ he commanded.

He was more skillful than Granger. Dull and ineffi-
cient. as this stone knife was, the scout made it eat into
the buckskins almost as if it were a blade of steel.

He first cut away the cords on his ankles, then those
on the ankles of Granger, and finally attacked the buck-
skin cord that held Granger to the lodge pole.

Before he got through, the perspiration was streaming
from him. He had worked with furious energy.

Granger, instructed by him, had been getting the kinks
out of his cramped muscles as well as he could while
the scout was sawing away.

rie only we had weapons,
haven't.”

He listened to the babel without, and rose to his a
with the stone held as a weapon. :

“We'll not be able to fight,” he said, “and so will ee
- to trust to our legs. Come! We'll get out at the rear.
‘Have you been tied up long?” ol

“Two hours or more—ever since it got dark; but it
seems a whole day.”

“Your muscles are are not so cramped then but that
you can do some running.”

“T’ll run like a wolf, if I’m given the chance.”

“My men are somewhere in or by the trail leading
north. Remember that. If we're separated, make for
them. If crowded, and you’re forced to hide, get some-
- where in the grass down in the sandy hollows; but don’t

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risk that, if you can help it, for the Apaches might locate
ou.’

“They'll never get me, if once I get my legs to moy- x

ing, and these tepees at my back.”

The scout dropped to the ground and ee to lift.
the rear wall of the lodge.

He discovered as he did so that the moon was rising,
but it was not yet high efiough to have an appreciable

effect on the darkness: Still, it did show a number of

Indians off at one side. But the most of them were at
the front, where the ee of the tepees made
a sort of street.

Crawling through, the scout held the lodge | up until
Granger was with him.

“Off there’s the moon,” he whispered, “just rising, It
will help us to keep our bearings. Right ahead of us
are a number of lodges, but not many Apaches seem
to be in them; and beyond them are the cottonwoods. If
we can get into the cottonwoods, we'll have a show for
our money.”

The Indian clamor in the street grew into a roar,

“Satanta!”’ whispered the scout, after listening. “The
old rascal is back again. I wonder what delayed him?”

Granger began to tremble.

“T’m ready,” he said.
chance, while they’re howling out there.”

The scout started off.

But he had not gone far when he and Granger were
sighted. After that it was a foot race for the cotton-
woods, with Granger, bare-headed, in the lead. There

had been an Indian blanket round him, but he shed this

almost at the first jump, and astonished the scout, who
followed him, by disclosing the fact that the little cloth-
ing he had left on him was white.

As soon as he gained thé trees, Granger turned toward
But the scout kept

the north, running like a wild man.
close at his heels.

The pursuit that had begun was of a desperate char-
acter, led by fleet-footed warriors.. As for the howling
of the excited Apaches, which resounded now in the cot-
tonwoods as well as in the village, it was like nothing
else so much as that of a pack of wolves.

There was also some long-distance and excited shoot-
ing. Muskets roared, with more harm to those close at
hand than any one ‘else, and there was a shriek of
whistling arrows flying through the leaves of the trees.

Buffalo Bill came up with Granger, as the latter swung

toward the trail, when the village had been half circuited ;
for, being in better physical condition, the result of his

active? muscular life, he was. the better lone deine

runner.

But some of the Apaches, anticipating that the escap-
ing prisoners would try to get into the trail, were found
there, making their presence known by their yelping; and
the scout pulled Granger to one side, before he had run
out into the trail.

“Careful now!’ he whispered.

He whispered the words in Granger’s ear, as he drew
him down into the shadow of the trees.

Then they moved along together, using all the caution

they could.

In the trail, coming from the north, other Apaches

were heard, joining those isstiing from the village. ~3*°=

“It’s a good thing we didn’t take the trail,” Granger |

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said. . Say, lm about all in; but I suess I can go a
little farther. -You’ve got men out there somewhere, I
thirik° you: said.” * ee

‘We'll find them, if we can.
ful play now.”

Don’t talk. It’s a care-

The scout stole along as noislessly as a cat; and Granger

did as well as he could in imitating him.

Not seeing the white men in the trail, the Apaches
spread out from it and began to beat about.

The light of the newly risen moon was just enough to
help the scout and Granger, yet hardly enough to aid
the pursuers in locating them. In fact, under the trees
it threw patchy shadows that were deceptive; so that now
and then the fleeing men heard Apache yells of triumph,
when the Apaches had been deceived by shadows into
thinking they had come on the escaping men.

Buffalo Bill was listening for some sounds of his
friends. : wpe

He was:anxious, too, for them as much as for him-
self; he had no idea how the terrific fight under the sand
bluff had turned out; yet he hoped they had escaped,
basing the hope on the fact that he had seen no prisoners
and had heard none brought in.

A mile out of the village, when the trees had been
left behind and the rank grass was all that offered shelter,
they threw themselves down near the edge of the oasis, and
waited to regain their strength, while they discussed their
situation.

“Yes, ’m dorie up, Cody,’ Granger kept repeating.
“Tf l only had a horse! But Pll run till I drop, and fight
till I’m killed, before those devils get me again.”

The Apaches swept along the trail, on foot and mounted,
and searched the grass near it; then they chased back,
keeping up this seesaw for an hour or more.

Before the end of that time, Granger began to show
a changing mind about surrendering himself to the scout.
He even declared that he did: not intend to, and. would
go on alone as soon as he felt able.

“Thats all sight,” said the scout. “This is no time
to quarrel. My orders were to take you; but if I can’t,
that ends it. We'll get away from the Apaches before
we trouble about that. Still, you’ll acknowledge that
you wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t helped you.”

“And you'll acknowledge’ that you wouldn’t be here if
I hadn’t helped you.”

“T guess that’s right,” the scout assented.

A little later he asked Granger to explain some of the
things that had shown up as darkest mysteries; which
Granger said he would not do.

“T’ll tell you this only,” he said. “I found out after
I was brought to the village that Satanta had sent an
Apache dwarf into the town after you; he wasn't to kill
you, but was to stab you with a tube of some kind filled
with the poison of a certain snake, and kill himself. I
happened to be in your room, and looked into that
basket that was said to hold fruit, and he was in it and
mistook me for you. It seems that the poison comes
from a kind of snake that does not kill tinless the ‘poison
is injected in a large quantity. They planned it that
way; that you was to be stabbed with a tube that held
only enough to make it seem you were dead, and the
dwarf was to finish himself with the tube that sure had
a good dose of. the stuff. It sounds queer; but that’s
the way I got it, from a young Apaclte that could talk
enough English to carry on a conversation with me.

  

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“I don’t know how the dwarf came out, but they said
he was dead. I only know, that when I came to myself
I was on the way to this village, at a point. where the
Apache who had me had stopped to bring me round,
which they did by making me swallow a lot of the vilest

stuff that ever went into a man’s mouth. HOE is

“Why,” he added, with a touch of hot indignation,
“that little fiend stabbed me right in the throat. The
wound is there yet, and it doesn’t seem to heal readily.
Ii he isn’t dead, he will be, if ever I get my hands on

him.”

“He is dead,” said the scout. You came to my room
to see me, I believe.”

“Bad luck for me that I did.”

“Why did you want to see me?”

“Til turn that down right now, if you please. But
there’s another thing, and shivering here after that hot
sweating we've had, makes me think of it. I found that
all the clothes I had was my light underwear and a white
sheet round me. The days are hotter than hinges down
here, but the nights are sometimes like ice; so the Apaches,
1 thank ‘em, ior that, gave me a blanket, to use at
night.

“That was after they found out I wasn’t you, and
they had postponed for the time their idea of killing me.
Satanta looked at me, and said I wasn’t the man they. -
wanted—that the dwarf had made a mistake. Then they
gave me some liberties. But I couldn’t get out of the
village, being watched all the time. They even let me
walk round some, for the benefit of my health, I s’pose.”
He snorted as if indignant. “I reckon they wanted to
keep me in condition, so that I’d be better able’ to stand
the torture they were reserving for me.’ ’

He ended by pouring verbal vitriol on all the Apaches
under the sun.

“They even,” said the scout, “let you smoke a pipe!’

“You knew that? Well, that explains the racket I
heard. They said white men had been in the village. 1
heard queer yells; but I thought likely they lied, just to
torture me, by making me hope some one had come to
try to rescue me. I knew I didn’t have any friends that
would put themselves out as much as that for me.”

“What made you call yourself Crockett Brace?’

“That’s one of the questions we'll turn down right »
now.”

“All right,” the scout assented, “‘let it go.”

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VOHAD TER XV.
THE FRUITS OF LABOR.

Jim Granger separated from Buffalo Bill, declaring
that he meant to push on alone, and take his chances.
But he fell into the hands of Buffalo Bill’s friends.

That was how it came about that the scout knew where
they were. Granger had left the trail for greater secu-
rity; and, while the scout was not troubling to follow
him, both were moving, naturally, in the same direction,
which was north. :

Nomad, being ordinarily unable to contain his senti-
ments, unless forced to do so by hard conditions, emitted
one of his bearlike ““Woofs!’’ when he fell foul of Gran-
ger. :

That brought up the other members of the scout’s party
to see what Nomad had butted into; and, before they

  
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had fully mastered the situation, Buffalo Bill was himself
in their midst.

Granger was intensely chagrined.

He had thought he was raking his escape from the
great scout, but had walked into the hands of Buffalo
And now he could not go on without them.
For the scout forbade it.

Chis Js Crockett Brace,’
Gr anger.

‘But not the Earl of Dunbarton?” said. Pawnee, noting
and interpreting the meaning of the scout’s tone.

‘Not even a little bit,” said the scout. “I'll tell you
all about it, and how we got away, after we have moved
on farther.”

The Apaches were still to’ be heard, but not close at
-hand. They had been baffled, so far.

he explained, ‘alias Jim

“Where is Teton Jim and his bunch?’ Buffalo Bill

asked,

“They skipped as soon as they could after that fight;
all but two. They’re back there where the dwaris got
‘em. Four dead dwarfs are there, too, unless the Apaches
have taken them away. Also three of our best pack
animals,”

“But we war believin’ thet you war bestin’ ther reds,
Buffler,” said Nomad.. ‘“We war goin’ ter walk inter thet
ole village and do our best fer ye, even ef we wernt un-
der; when we found out, from the sounds the ki-yis war
makin’, thet somebody had escaped an’ war bein’ chased.
So we knowed you had got out. After thet our play
‘war jest ter hang round an’ keep low, and.see ef we
couldn't conhect up with ye; er go to yer help if they
harnessed ye erg in.’

Old Nomad had many faults, and often, too often,
mussed up a mighty good situation; but he was loyalty
itself in his devotion to the great scout of the Western
border. And stich loyalty binds friends as with hoops of
steel and calls for great forgiveness. Buffalo Bill knew
that the old borderman would lay down: his life for
him any minute.

“Where is Cayuse?” was the scout’s next question.

“I sent. him north with the horses and what was left
of the pack animals,” said Pawnee; “so that the Apaches
wouldn’t capture them. He didn’t want to go.”

“So we'll have to hoof it until we overtake him.”

“He'll be in hiding somewhere with them, and looking
for us to-morrow.”

Granger was silent, thinking of ways of escape. But
he was not able to put any of them into execution, for
Apaches swept over the trail again, and his fear of them
was so much greater than fear of anything else, that he
did not even try to carry out any plan.

By and by, when he began to sense the fact that, alone
and unaided by Buffalo Bill, he would never be able
to get out of the desert and not fall into the hands of
Satanta, he broke down, and admitted a me EtnCs: to
tell all he knew.

“Tf I have to stand trial,” he urged, “you'll do what
you can to make it easy for me, Cody; I know you will.”

Then he was ready to answer questions.

“This is all I know about the Earl of Dunbarton,” he
said. “Still, you may think it’s a good deal. Instead of

going into the San Simon Desert with a party, he had
only one man.

“You know how some of the upper-class English are—
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ing consideration for the man under ’em and all that,

Well, it seems Dunbarton was like that.

was the way it was told to me. So this man-——”
“His name?” said the scout. : :
“Tom Fulton. But I reckon you don’t’ know him.

Fulton and Dunbarton got into a row over something-

the earl ordered done, and Fulton wouldn’t do. So Ful.

ton sailed into the earl and knocked him out. Then,

being where the law doesn’t count, he took the earl’s wal-
let and left him.

“In that wallet, which didn’t hold much money, was —

that identification note you have asked me to tell about.

Fulton showed it to me. As I was interested in the

thing about that time, I kept it. Fulton was on the point
of getting out of the country. For a reward was then
out for news of Dunbarton, and he expected to be pulled
if word of what he had done got out. So he adopted
another name and slipped off for parts unknown.. And
I had the identification note, and kept it in my pocket like
the fool I was.

“As for why I came to your hotel, and wanted to see
you, it was because I had learned you were down here
on a hunt for the earl. I wanted to learn if you knew
anything about where he might be found.

“IT own up that I contemplated making a hunt for
the earl on my own hook, and thought, if you knew any-

thing, and I could get hold of it, it might help me along.

That’s the reason, with natural curiosity thrown in for
good measure. I'll admit that fifty thousand dollars’ re-
ward looked good to me.

“Of course, you understand I couldn’t go round wear-
ing the name of Granger, since a warrant was out for me.
So I called myself Crockett Brace. I knew you had never
seen me, and | thought I could make a safe bluff in
visiting you, since it had been nigh two years since you
was looking for me. Of course, I played the fool; but
never more than when curiosity tempted me to look into
that Apache fruit basket.”

“So the Earl of Dunbarton is still among the missing?”
said the scout, when Granger finished.

“In my. opinion,” said Granger, “the man is dead.”

Before daylight the party pushed on. The next. day,
after successfully evading the Apaches, they found ae

Cayuse with the horses: -

After that, it was a short ride into Wagstaff. hon
there Buffalo Bill turned his prisoner over to the sheriff.
The mystery of the basket of ‘fruit’ had been ae
cleared up.

THE END.

MORE ABOUT THE APACHE DWARFS.

“Buffalo Bill and the Red Rattlers; or, Pawnee Bill
and the Painted Men’—an original and extremely enter-
taining story of scout and Indian life in the Great Ameri-
can Desert—will be found in the next issue of this weekly.
Here you again meet Cody’s pards: Nick Nomad, the
baron, and Little Cayuse, who follow Cody and Pawnee
Bill to the last ditch in the further search for the Earl
of Dunbarton. The interesting Apache village in. -the
oasis in the desert is again visited by the scout and his
party, and truly thrilling adventures are the result. fim

Granger is again heard from, and astonishing disclosures

are made. And as for the mad feats performed by these
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THE NEWS OF THE WORLD.

Cornell to Lift the Man’s Butden from the
Boy’s Shoulders,

The announcement of. Cornéll’s cueny:
first summer session, July 6 to August 16,
iacludes a number of courses that have not
been given before. Assistant Professor
Whipple will give a course in mental and
physical tests of school children, and there
will be a course in the theory and practice
of elementary education, combining lec-
tures, conferences, and observation.

The university will take over one of the
Ithaca public schools and run it during the
six weeks of the summer session, so. that
teachers studying may have opportunity to
observe methods of elementary teaching.
The course will be in charge of Superin-
tendent Boynton, of the Ithaca public

‘schools.

William H. Elson, until recently superin-
tendent of schools of Cleveland, O., will
give the course in school organization and
administration. There is an extension of
the advanced work in German, including
two courses,by Doctor Walther Otto, of

‘Bremen, Germany, who will also give six

evening lectures on topics of contemporary
German life. The engagement of Doctor
Otto is the first step in the extension of
work in German, made possible by the gift
of $100,000 to Cornell by Jacob H. Schiff,
of New York. .

Professor A. J. Wurts, of the Carnegie
Technical Schools of Pittsburgh, has given
$2,000 to the university, the interest to be
used as a loan fund for needy students. It
is to be called the “Laura Wurts Fund,”
in memory of Professor Wurts’ mother,
and “the purpose of the fund shall be to
help lift the man’s burden from the boy’s
shoulder.” Professor Wurts offers to give
an additional $1,000 to the fund if under-
graduates will contribute an equal amount.

Striking Milkmen Remember the Babies.

Babies and invalids of Chicago, whose
lives depend on milk, were not denied their
regular supply by milk- -wagon drivers. who
were on strike.

An agreement was reached on this point
at a meeting of the union, when it was de-
cided to call strikes on one dealer at a time
instead of all at»once. The-drivers de-
manded an increase in wages of $3 a week.

Columbia Prizes for Oratory.

In the annual competition for the George
William Curtis medals for oratory held at
Golumbia University, New York, Harold
Augustin Calahan, 1912, of Brooklyn, re-
ceived the gold medal and Harry J. Farrell,
1913, also of Brooklyn, won the silver
medal.

Calahan’s prize-winning speech was a
strong plea for war, on the ground that
it is a benefit to humanity, but that its
great expense under present scientific
methods makes it undesirable and has
started the peace movement.

Farrell spoke on the trust question, ad-
vocating regulation of ‘the trusts instead of
destruction under the Sherman law.

The judges, Frederic R. Coudert, Pro-
fessor John W.. Cunliffe, and Dean Fred-

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The name of the
donor of the medals was announced after
he had remained anonymous for ten years.
Samuel P. Avery, an associate of George
William Curtis in the work of civil-serv-
ice reform, gave the prizes in 1902, in
memory of his friend.

unanimous decision.

Private John Allen in Retirement.

United States Senator John Sharp Wil-
liams of Mississippi says his friend, Pri-
vate John Allen, formerly representing a
Mississippi district in Congress, seems per-
fectly satisfied to. give his attention exclu-
sively to his personal affairs around Tu-
pelo, Mississippi, and has seemingly laid
aside all political ambition.

“He mixes a little in local affairs for the
benefit of his friends,” said Senator Wil-
liams “and recently made one of the short-
est and best nominating speeches on record.

“An old friend of ours, a Confederate
veteran who lost two legs and one arm in
battle, wanted a small office and asked
Allen to nominate him.

“When the time came, Allen, with a voice
like a guitar, said: ‘Gentlemen of the
convention, I desire to nominate all that’s
left of my poor old friend John Smith.’
Smith swept the convention.”

The Way of Bulgarian Masons.

Nine master masons, in Bulgaria, who
were engaged in building a citadel, found
on returning to their work each morning
that the portion of the wall which they had
completed the day before had fallen to
pieces during the night and was lying in a
heap of ruins in the ditch.

Manol, of Curtea, the head mason, in-
formed his comrades one morning that. a
voice from heaven had warned him in his
sleep the night before that their labors
would continue to come to naught unless
they all swore on that very morning to
immure in the structure the first woman,
be it wife, mother, daughter, or sister,
who would arrive with the morning meal
of one or either of them.

They all took the oath, and the last man
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wife appeared, carrying her husband’s
breakfast. The oath was kept, and the
woman, known in the legend as “Flora of

the Fields,’ was murdered and her blood
and flesh incorporated with the wall of
masonry.

‘A curious practice of the Bulgarian
masons, which survives to this day, testi-
fies to the vitality of the legend. To in-
sure the solidity of the house they are
building, they measure with a reed the
shadow of the first person who passes after
the digging of the foundation has been
completed. When the foundation is com-
menced, this reed is buried under the first
rock, usually the cornerstone.

Our Beet Sugar Industry.

A hundred years ago English warships
captured all vessels hauling cane sugar
from the West Indies to France.

Napoleon offered a big reward for a’sub-
stitute. This originated beet sugar.

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many fostered the beet sugar industry
with direct bounties in order to be inde-
pendent, in emergencies, of foreign sugar.

Both countries took this bounty off a few
years ago, because it was no longer neces-
sary. This powerfully helped to start the
beet sugar industry in America. With the
former government bounty, French and
German beet sugar could probably now pay
the tariff and ruinously compete with Colo-
rado beet sugar because of their superior
organization and cheaper labor, in spite of
the fact that our soil and climate are the
better adapted to successful beet sugar pro-
duction. .

Newest Parlor Game.

The newest. parlor game introduced }in
New York, is that of playing advertising
pictures. All the players save one stand
in a ring. The last person stands in the
center of the ring, holding a sofa pillow.
He counts ten slowly, throwing a pillow
at-some one, who’ must catch it and call .
out the name of some well-known. advertis-
ing picture before ten is reached in the
counting.

The advertisements must not be repeated,
so the game is difficult as well as jolly.
One may change the game by calling for
the names of patent medicines or flowers
or quotations, with the name of the author,
or modern inventions.

Chinese Student at Columbia Made Secretaty
to President of New Republic.

After achieving great honors at Colum-
bia University, a Chinese student sailed
from New York to take up his duties as -
secretary to President’ Yuan Shi-Kai, of
the Chinese republic, at Pekin. His name ~
is Vi-Kynin Wellington Koo.

Koo received his notification in the form
of a cablegram from the president, and
lost ‘no time in accepting.

That such a position of honor has been
accorded to Koo is not surprisiig to those
who have been familiar with the brilliant
record of this Chinese lad, who is now but
twenty-four. years of age.

In the first few years of his course at
Columbia he attracted the attention of both
faculty and students alike by his surprising
mastery of the English language, and from
that time on he kept a front place in his
academic studies and in the outside student
activities.

Koo entered Columbia University in
1905, after receiving his secondary educa-
tion in Shanghai at St. John’s College. His
father, a), mandarin, ‘had his, home, in
Shanghai and he made every effort to ad-
vance his son and give him all available
opportunities.

One of the first undergraduate activi-
ties with which Koo became associated was
the reporting staff of the Columbia Specta-
tor, the college daily. Before the end of
his freshman year he had been elected to
the board of associate editors and in his
senior year was selected as editor in chief.

A further instance of the remarkable ~
mastery of English is to be found in his
debate against Cornell in 1909, as a member
of the Columbia University varsity team.

   

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Columbia won ‘and against a team from!
Ithaca which boasted among its members
Miss Elizabeth Cook.

Koo made’a very strong impression on
the judges at that debate and he was later
elected to the Delta Sigma Rho fraternity,
an honorary debating organization, >

Koo received his A. B. degree in 1008,
three years after entering the University.
Through carrying heavy courses and add-
ing extra points by obtaining high marks,
he was enabled to cut a year off of the
usual period of four years allotted to stu-
dents to complete the college course.

After graduating, Koo returned to China,
but came back to Columbia at the next. ses-
sion to take graduate work. After gradua-
tion, Koo devoted his time first to obtain-
ing his master of arts degree and the Ph, D.
fer work done in international law under
Professor John Bassett Moore.

France Won’t List Italian Secutities,

The New York Fimes’ correspondent
learned on good authority that the French
government and the Stockholders’ Associa-
tion of the Bourse had decided to refuse
the listing on the Paris Bourse of all Ital-
ian securities so long as the Italian gov-
ernment continues the severe measures it
has just taken against foreign insurance
campanies doing business in Italy.

News of Aff Sorts.

Chile raises its best tobacco from seed
obtained from Cuba.

The potato crop of Great Britain for
191 is estimated’ at 3,830,218 tons.

A modern ocean steamer represents an
investment of $6,000,ee0 to $40,000,000.

Ocean passenger rates have been about
cut in half since the days of the Great
Western, 1838.

Harvard claims to have the greatest
number of living alumni of any American
university.

Peat constitutes about one-third of the
fuel used in the central industrial districts
of Russia.

The railroads of the United - States
amounted to 30,500 miles in 1860 and 270,-
000 miles in IOIT.

Four whaling vessels which are being
fitted out at Cape Town will give South
Africa a new industry.

Elephants Play Baseball.

Circus managers are always on the look-
out for novelties, Of course there are peo-
ple who will say, “I wish I could see an
old-time, one-ring circus, same as we used
to have when I was a boy,” but the average
man and woman, not to mention the chil-
- dren, want to see something new, and they
go te the circus expecting to see it.

They are not disappointed, for every year
some performer, who has studied out a new
act, arrives.

There are still the old feats, that are
used as fillers, or as foils for the thrillers,
but interest always centers in the head line
novelty.

Among the novel features in the circus
this season, is a baseball game played by
three elephants. As the cireus journeys
aver thé country this game will not draw
the fans from the bleachers in the after-
noon, but in the evening the man who will
not take the trouble to see the elephantine
trio pitch, strike, catch, and slide to base

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of Lynn, Mace “to see how the
elephants hit the ball, but the New York
papers say they all three made hits with
the audience.” ‘

There used to be a game that the boys
played which was called “Three old cat,”
and it was popular with the small boys be-
fore baseball had invaded the schools. It
was very popular with the youngsters, but
a game of three old elephant will surely
take them off their feet.

The wonderful things that trainers can
teach animals to do always challenge the
admiration of those who do not possess
the requisite skill and patience required.
Animals ‘have plenty of intelligence. They
only lack the power of speech.

Chinese Want American Barber Chairs.

D. Milton Figart, American vice ‘consul
general, at Singapore, reports that the ab-
olition of the Chinese queues is bringing
about a great demand for barbers’ chairs
and barbers’ supplies in China. ‘Under
the caption, “Barber supplies for the Chi-
nese,’ Mr. Figart in the last issue of the
Daily Consular and Trade Reports, says:

“Since the inception of the Chinese revo-
lution a great many Chinese have had their
queues cut off, and this had led to the
epening of a large number of barber shops
in the Far East wherever Chinese are
located. Several progressive business men
of Singapore, anticipating this, imported a
large number of American barber chairs,
and they now are unable to get supplies
quickly enough. It has also been learned
that the Chinese insist upon having Ameri-
can hair clippers and refuge all other makes
offered them.”

Boys Eat Wild Parsnips to Their ee.

Harry Green, aged 6, died and several
other pupils of a district school in Perry,
New York, were made seriously ill from
wild parsnip root poisoning.

The Green boy found the root on his way
to school and divided with his classmates.
Three lads had to be carried home and
several others suffered in convulsions until
relief was given by two physicians,

College Graduates Will be Admitted to Pulit-
zet Newspaper School,

Entrance requirements for the new
school of journalism, at Columbia Uni-
versity, are to be similar ta those. of the
college entrance board, but applicants pre-
pared to offer satisfactory evidence of fit-
ness will be admitted at the discretion af
the faculty and college graduates will be
admitted without examination.

The academic branches taught in the
school will be conducted by members of the
university faculty during the first two
years.

The technical subjects will be in the
hands of practical newspaper men under the
director, Doctor Talcott Williams.

Mr. Pulitzer’s suggestions as ta subjects
will be followed in the main, namely Eng-
lish style, essentials of law, ethics, history,
economics, arbitration, statistics, modern
languages and literatures, and a detailed
examination of news.

Something Extremely Important About Frock
oats,

If all that is being said at the tailors’

and at the clubs be true, says the New York

Herald, the doom of the frock coat and

the fancy waistcoat is sealed, The frock

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coat has not been very fashionable for the
last year or two, the smart cutaway morn-
ing coat having taken its place to a large
extent, but an. attempt to revive the older
garment has been nipped in the bud,

Dictograph Used in Detective Work,

The dictograph, used so effectively by
Detective Burns in securing
against the California dynamiters, consists
ef a series of sensitive metal plates set in
a hard rubber cylinder. In its elements it
is a telephone transmitter magnified. Used
in a business way it-enables a man to sit
at his desk in his private office alone and
talk off his correspondence without the
stenographer being present. The stenog-
rapher may be in the next room or on the
other side of the building, but she hears
the words as distinctly as though she were
at his elbow, and sets them down. The
dictograph promises to be of great service
in detective work.

Advises Crusade Against Rats,

“The pneumonic plague is due to the
marmot. The marmot lives in the Lake
Baikal region, in Siberia. Kill it off—and
it can easily be killed off—and the pneu-
monic plague will disappear forever.”

The speaker, a bacteriologist of the Uni-
versity of Fonpey Wenie, at Philadelphia,
resumed :

“The bubonic plague is due to the rat.
Kill the rat off and the bubonic plague
will disappear. But to kill off the rat!”

He made a gesture of despair.

“A litter of rats,’ he said, “numbers
thirteen. Of them, six will be females. A
doe rat will have her first litter at the age
of three months and thereafter another
litter every six weeks all through the year,
winter and summer alike. Thus if every
member of these litters survive, the progeny
of one pair of rats in a ae would num-
ber 25,000.

“They don’t number that, of course, but
they number something like it, and if eur
millionaire philanthropists don’t help us to
exterminate our parasites—our rats and
mice, our cats and dogs—if they don’t help
us to exterminate all animals save those
that are of direct value to us—why, some
day another black death will nearly, will
perhaps completely exterminate . civiliza-
tion.”

Germ Dangers in Phones a Myth,
Doetor Piyitta, King George’s bacteriol-
ogist, declared, in Lenden, England, that
telephone receivers and mouthpieces do not
carry disease germs.

Guild House for Silent Petsons,

The wishes of the late Reverend Doctor
Thomas Gallaudet, the first rectar af St.
Ann’s Church, of New York, for deaf
mutes, are to be fulfilled by the erection of
a guild house for “silent persons” as a
memorial to the man who devoted. many
years of his life ta their welfare. A fund
has been raised for the purpose, and the
work of construction will saon begin.

It was the earnest wish of Doctor Gal-
laudet that St. Ann’s Church should be
supplemented by a guild house suitable «to
the needs af deaf mutes. This building
will now be erected upon a lot in front of
the present church.

This memorial work has been in the
hands of the Reverend Arthur H. Judge.
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tor John Chamberlain, vicar of St, Ann’s;
Miss Virginia B, Gallaudet, Mr. Ogden D.
Budd, and Mr. Edwin A. Hodgson, a deaf
mute and editor of the Deaf Mute. Jour-
nal. The architects of the building are

Satterlee & Boyd, and % Js to be con-
structed by the Hugh Getty Company.

The Reverend Mr. Judge said the new
guild house was to be a center of instruc-
tion, education, and social enjoyment for
deaf mutes.

“It will be theirs without cost,” he said,
“and it should be.well equipped. Although
we have a fund large enotigh to erect a
fine fireproof building of brick and stone,
there remains nothing for its equipment.
It is to be hoped that the people of this city
will contribute to this purpose, and that we
alsa may obtain practical support from the
many friends of Doctor Gallaudet.”

‘The building, designed in the French
Gothic style, will be three stories high,
with a basement, provision being made for
a future fourth story. The first floor is to
contain an assembly room for about a hun-
dred and sixty persons, with a stage at the
west end and an entrance hall at the east
end. On the second floor will be a large
library, sewing room, and smoking room.

After the ““Fitanic” Disaster.

An old lady who was a passenger on the
Red Star liner Finland, following the 7i-
tanic disaster, seemed very much more
afraid of the icebergs than of the fogs or
storms, and despite the knowledge she
must have possessedeof the fate of the T1-
ianic, asked Captain Barman what would
happen in case of a collision. :

“Madam,” the captain replied, bowing
low, “the iceberg would move-right along
on its course as if nothing had happened.”

And the old lady seemed greatly re-

lieved.

To Insure Full Measure in Food Products.

The Brooks bill, relating to weights,
meastires, and containers, was signed by
Governor Dix, of New York, at Albany.

It provides that ice, meat products, and
butter must be sold by weight and other
commodities not in containers must be sold
by standard weight, measure, or numerical
count, except that vegetables may be sold
by the head or bunch. Containers must be
marked to show what is for sale therein.

Superintendent Reichmann, of the de-
partment of weights and measures, declares
it is one of the most important bills passed
this year.

Chief of Boy Scouts Writes of Arctic Indians.
In He Arctic Prairies,” a beok by
Ernest Thompson Seton, chief of the: Boy
Scouts of America, a gruesome picture of
Indian life is given in the following in-
cident: 4

“One winter, forty or fifty years ago, a
band of Algonquin Indians at Wayabimika
all starved to death except one squaw and
her baby, She fled from the camp, carry-
ing the child, thinking to find friends and
help at Nipigon House. She got as far as
a small lake near Deer Lake and there dis-
covered a cache, probably in a tree. This
contained one small bone fishhook. She
rigged up a line, but had no bait.

“The wailing of the baby spurred her to
action. No bait, but she had a knife, A
strip of flesh was quickly cut from her own
leg, a hole made through the ice, and a
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to this deyoted mother. She divided it
with the child, saving only enough for bait.
She stayed there liying on fish until spring,
then safely rejoined her people. :

“The boy grew up tobe a strong man,
but was cruel to his mother, leaving her
finally te die of starvation, Anderson
knew the woman. She showed him the
scar where she cut the bait.”

Baby Wanted to ‘Tick.

Samuel Leyy, the baby son of Mr. and
Mrs. Samuel Levy, of South Norwalk,

ther’s. watch with a hammer, and then
swallowed the mainspring, so he would be
able to tick himself,

When Mrs. Levy came home the boy was
black in the face and unconscious. Mrs.
Levy took one leg, and Mrs, John Her-
ring, a neighbor, took the other and they
shook the boy, but could not remove the
obstruction. * i

A physician, with the help of instruments,
was able to pull out several feet of the
slender steel, and sayed the boy’s life.

Look Out for Diseased Potatoes.

An urgent warning is issued to farmers
throughout the United States by Secretary
of Agriculture Wilson, of Washington,
against the use by them of foreign-grown
potatoes for seed.

Secretary Wilson says Europe has sev-
eral potato diseases not known to exist in
this country, which if introduced might be
the means of greatly reducing our annual
yield of potatoes.

Although home-grown seed potatoes are
selling at high prices, he says it will be
in the nature of a calamity should farm-
ers this season substitute foreign-grown
potatoes for them.

The foreign-grown potatoes, aside from
the danger of introducing potato diseases,
are not adapted to our soils or to’ our cli-
mate, the secretary states, and will not
yield profitable crops. ae

This Moon Never Full,

Although he hails from Eastern Ten-
nessee, where moonshining still exists to a
more or less extent, revenue agents re-
luctantly admit, Representative John A.
Moon is a temperance advocate. No one
ever saw the representative of the Third
Tennessee District take a drink of liquor
and no one eyer will, his friends say.
One of. the congressman’s colleagues, in
Washington, was praising his good quali-
ties the other day and remarked jokingly
to him: ‘Well, John, if you ever were a
full! Moon I never heard of it.”

“No, that’s right, Bob,” replied the Ten-
nessean, “but I’ve almost reached my Jast
quarter.” :

A Senatorial Lottery.

A lottery with United States senatorial
terms as the stakes was held in the United
States Senate. Capital prizes in the form
of long term services were drawn by Sena-
tor Ashurst, Democrat, of Arizona, and
Senator Catron, Republican, of New Mex-
ico. Each of these senators will sit on
March 3, 1917. Their opponents drew
short terms and must go back presently
to fight for reélection, —

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election for the six-year term from March
3, 1013. . Representative Curry, former
governor of New Mexico, and Sena-
tor Fall rushed telegrams to their friends,
urging that the legislature elect before ad-
journing, —

Senator Mark A, Smith, of Arizona,
will serve under the lottery decision until
March 3, 1915. The Arizona legislature
has adjourned, and unless Governor Hunt
calls a special session, Senator Smith will
have to run the gantlet of another State
ight,

“The lottery ceremony was witnessed by
crowded galleries. Judge Fall created
amusement by failing to find a ballot
when he thrust his hand in the box.
“There is nothing here,” he observed nerv-
ously, and the Senate broke into laughter.
Judge Fall will be opposed for reélection
by William H. Andrews, former delegate
from New Mexico.

Horace Greeley’s Daughter Wins Suit,
Under a decision of Supreme Court Jus-
tice Mills, in White Plains, New York,
Nixola Greeley Smith Ford and Ida Gree-
ley Smith failed in their suit to have deeds
of the historic Greeley farm at Chappaqua,
New York, to Mrs, Gabrielle Greeley, Clen-
denin, daughter of Horace Greeley, set

aside. The plaintiffs ’re children of Ida
L. Greeley Smith, also a daughter of
Greeley.

Justice Mills dismissed the action prin-
cipally on the contention of the defend-
ants that the statute of limitation barred
the suit. .

Dukhobors Yearn for Colorado,

The Dukhobors, an agricultural people
who were expelled from Russia because
ef religious beliefs and later settled in
British Columbia, have turned their eyes
toward Colorado for a final place of set-
tlement.

Peter Verigen, their leader, wrote to L.
C. Paddock, immigration commissioner of
Colorado, agking if the cult would be fa-
vorably received in Colorado, Commis-
sioner Paddock told them that they do not
have to become American citizens; that
as aliens they may own property and will
not be hindered in religious worship. ’

The Dukhobors have strange religious
tenets which brought them into conflict-
with the orthodox church of Russia.

‘One observance, it is said, is to walk
through snow-covered fields in bare feet.

New York Girl Christens Torpedo Boat,

Miss Constance Henley Kerr, of New
York, was sponsor for the new torpedo
boat destroyer Henley, which was launched
at the Fore River shipyards, at Quincey,
Massachusetts. Miss Kerr is a. grand-
daughter of Commodore Henley.

The Henley is the latest addition to
the United States navy, It is a new type
of destroyer and a sister ship to the Per-
kins and the Stewart now in commission.
The new destroyer is unique inasmuch as
it is equipped with two sets of engines,
turbine and reciprocating, and so far as
is known is the only destroyer that carries
a twin drive.

Books Studded With Precious Stones. .
At a recent sale in New York a biblig-
phile said;
“Book is a word that comes from tHe-
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nection has a book got with a beech? I'll
show you.” _

The bibliophile led the way to a superb
Caxton that had just been sold for $3, 800.

‘this ‘volume,..you sees. she: said.) "is
bound in boards—not ‘pasteboards—real
boards, beech boards. That is how all
books were bound when printing began.
Yes, when printing began in Germany,
each incunabulum,\ or early book, was
bound in buche—in beech boards half an
inch thick, covered perhaps with leather,
tipped and clasped with brass and studded
with precious. or semiprecious stones.”

Alleged Pirate Ship in Quicksand.

The steamship Goldsboro, which grounded.

on Brandywine Shoal, in Delaware Bay,
was abandoned to its fate and it probably
will go to pieces in short order if it is
not first swallowed by the quicksands of
the shoal.

When the boat’s crew of eighteen fled
for their lives and landed at Cape May,
they were aware of the treacherous nature
of the sands, as marine tradition has it
that within a half century more than a
score of vessels have vanished there.

The Goldsboro was owned by the Phila-
delphia & Atlantic City Transportation
Co. A few years ago two brothers in New
York chartered the ship, stored her with
$200,000 worth’ of merchandise obtained,on
credit, and sailed to Honduras on what
was described as a piratical cruise.

Their Prayets Wete Answered.

Mrs. Susan McRarn, 78; Miss Mary, 80,
and Miss Alice McRarn, 76, all of Jersey
City, New Jersey, prayed they would die
together. Their prayers were answered.
They passed away within four days of
one another.

After Thirty Years’ Sifence.

After thirty years of silence, Henry
Shick, familiarly known. in Victor, Colo-
rado, as “Dutch Henry,’ made known his
whereabouts to his family in the East, and
is now enjoying the companionship of his
eldest son, John ‘Shick.

The reason for Dutch Henry’s separa-
tion from his family is not known to even
his intimate friends, but his advancing
years brought upon him the desire to see
“his children from whom he had parted so
long ago.

Shick went to Colorado od Indiana
in 1882, Through various pursuits and
varying fortunes he made his way until
finally he secured a small ranch on Nip-
ple Mountain, where he lived alone un-
til the arrival of his son.

Shick is 73 years of age.

In Jail 200 Times,

William Cook, sixty-two years old, is
in jail an Morristown, New Jersey, for
the two hundredth time. He was first ar-
rested when he was 17. When drinking
he is quarrelsome, the police say, and al-
most always gets into trouble. All the
local churches and missions have tried to
reclaim him, but without avail.

400 Children Saved from Tuberculosis,

The formal opening of the $150,000 'new
home of the Tuberculosis Preventorium
for Children took place at Farmingdale,
New Jersey. Governor Wilson, of New

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Borough. President McAneny, Charities
Commissioner Drummond, Health Com-
missioner Lederle, Conimissioner Robert
W. Heber, of the State Board of Charities ;
Mrs. J. Borden Harriman, Mr. and Mrs.
Henry Phipps, Mrs.
Mrs. Emanuel Einstein, and Mayor Im-
lay, of Farmingdale, were among those who
accepted the invitation to be present and
inspect the new buildings.

The preventorium. is the only institution
in this country where tenement children
are saved from contracting tuberculosis by
being taken in time from homes in which
other members of the family are already
tuberculous.

The preventorium has been conducted
during the past two years in two small
frame cottages. The institution-in this
period has saved 4oo children from tuber-
culosis, and has not had a single-case of
illness of any kind. yore

Not a Doctor, Yet He Cures Consumption.

That consumption can be cured within
a yeat if certain physical and spiritual
laws are adhered to, is the theory of the
Reverend Doctor Karl C. Jaeger, pastor
of the Ebenezer German Presbyterian
Church, Brooklyn, New York. He says
his methods of cure and prevention of con-
sumption cases require only eight weeks of
his attention, but a year must elapse be-
fore-the patient is cured permanently, for
the reason that it takes at least twelve
months for nature to renew the entire
body.

Doctor Jeager is not a physician, but he
says he has been a student of the con-
structive principle of nature for the last
twenty-five years. He has devoted a great
deal of time and has spent large amounts
in his studies of the German methods of
dealing with the problems of disease.

He says if persons will obey the natural
laws and will avoid eating foods which
they know produce disagreeable results,
every man, woman, and child will remain
in perfect health.

Doctor Jaeger says that this year he has
cured eight of his parishioners who were
in the advanced stages of pulmonary con-
sumption.

One of the patients was so far gone, he
explained, that the attending physician
said the man could not possibly live more
than a week or two, but the preacher
added, by undergoing his spiritual and
physical treatment, the patient’s condition
has shown wonderful improvement, and
Doctor Jaeger said the sufferer probably
will live many months more.

Navy Shell Hurled into Street.

The police of New York are of the opin-
ion that the three-pound navy shell, the ex-
plosion of which injured Marie Chase,
seven, while playing ‘“ring-around-Rosie,”
in front of her home, was thrown by some
one who had the shell as a souvenir, de-
cided to see if it would explode and tossed
it to the street. Inquiry among the tenants
in houses on both sides of the street has
failed to give the police any information as
to where it has*come from.

With a half dozen other children the lit-
tle Chase girl was. startled by a terrific
report. She was thrown to the ground and
found that she had a wound in the left
arm, where a fragment of the shell struck
her.

The explosion aroused the neighbor-

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hood, and detectives were put on the case.
Before they arrived, parts of the shell shad
been found in the street.

The shell evidently had been tent
from a housetop or an upper window. — It
had been one of the kind made to ex-
plode when the nose came in contact with

It struck the granite
No part of

some hard surface.
blocks and broke into pieces.
the jacket was found.

The Chase child was not seriously in-
jured,

Golf Players from England.

Although the United States Golf Asso-
ciation has not yet received definite news
as to the make-up of the team which H.
H. Hilton, the Englishman, will bring with
him when he comes to America to defend
his golf title, the impression prevails that
most of his lieutenants will be representa-
tives of the older school. Hilton, John
Ball, and J. L. Low are all past 4o- years
of age. Low was here before as captain
of the Oxford-Cambridge team.

In this country the. leading amateurs,
with the exception: of Walter. J. Travis,
are all young men. Charles W. Evartis,
junior, Jerome Travers, Oswald Kirkby,
Fred Herreshoff, Albert Seckel, Robert
Gardner, and a number of Western stars
ate the stumblingblocks that the Brit-
ishers will have to avoid while here.

In Memory of i. Field.
Eugene Field, the beloved poet, was once
visiting the house of Por Henry Stod-
dard, ‘the author, in New York. During
the evening a certain well-known physi-
cian, dropped in. He was a serious man
and a bit pompous. The talk turned on

“Doctor,” /said Stoddard, “Ive. heard
that you eat two eggs at breakfast every
morning the year round.’

“NO, -¢ said” the. doctor
“No. On the contrary.”

“On the’ contrary!’ cried Stoddard:
“What's the contrary of eating two eggs?”

“Laying two eggs,” came in deep, solemn
tones from Field.

diet.

emphatically.

Exptess Companies in Deadly Fear of Parcels
Post.

Rates ‘of the American’ Express Com-
pany are substantially three times the first-
class freight rates of railroads. This fact
was developed at the investigation by Com-
missioner Lane, in Washington,’ D. 'C.,
into the rates and methods of express
companies-instituted by the Interstate Com-
merce Commission,

J. H.. Bradley, vice promdene of the

‘|American Express Company, said that his

company never had made.a rate less than

two and a half times the first-class rail

freight rate.

“Is that a reasonable rate?” inquired

Commissioner Lane.

“I do not think two anda half times
the first-class freight rate is enough for
the service we give,’ replied Mr. Bradley.
“Our contract with the railroads provides
that our rates per hundred pounds shall

not “be less than about two times the

freight rate of the railroads on the same
commodity between the same _ points.”

Mr. Bradley said that in his opinion a
flat express rate would be impracticable,
because it would be too high for short dis-
tances and too low for long distances.

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authorize the parcels post?” asked Com-
missioner Lane.

“1 do not know,” Mr. Bradley replied.
“I suppose the post office would get the
long-distance business on packages up to
eleven pounds and the express companies
the short-distance business. Such a law, in
my judgment, would be destructive of our

business.”

King George’s Paylisua t Looks Us Over.

In contradiction of the prevailing belief
that a higher standard of medical and sur-
gical practice prevails abroad than in this
country, Sir Bertram Dawson, physician
extraordinary to. King George, who arrived
recently in the United States, accompanied
by Lady Dawson, is authority for the state-
ment that this country leads all others.

Sir Bertram will remain in the United
States several months. Several weeks will
be spent at the Mayo Brothers’ Hospital,
at Rochester, Minn., where he will make
a special study of hygiene as exercised in
that institution, also the Mayo diagnosis
and operative treatment of diseases of the
stomach.

After a visit to the hospital connected
with the Johns Hopkins University, which
he declares to be one of the finest insti-
tutions. of. its: kind:in the world, he will
make a special study of the municipal

hospttals of the larger cities, including the.

Bellevue Hospital, New~ York:

He is still a young man, but despite his
age, has achieved world-wide fame by rea-
son of his ability as a practicing physi-
cian and for the voluminous treatises he
has written .relating to his profession,
which are accepted as standard texts in
nearly all the European schools. ©

Bilfiardist Discovers a Forbidden Shot.

‘The “anchor” or “cradle” shot, as it was
called’ before it was excluded from all
professional billiard matches, was made
when two balls were jammed in one of the
six pockéts of the regulation English bil-
liard table so that the player, by extremely
delicate cue work, could: keep them there
indefinitely and practically. run his score
as high as he wanted to. Billiardists quick-
ly recognized that it was not strictly sports-
manlike and thereforé abolished it in their
contests...

Frank Ives may. properly be called the
discoverer of the shot, although he stum-
bled: upen it by accident rather than by
careful computation of. billiard angles.

In a match with John Roberts in Lon-
don for the world’s. .
jammed two.balls in one of the pockets
and held them there until he ran out and
His run of 2,540 points
was a world’s record.

New Jersey Refuses to be a Gretna Green.

Copies of the new law governing licenses
to wed and marriages were distributed to
the city clerks of the State of New Jer-
sey. This new law provides that at least
twenty-four hours must elapse from the

time the marriage license is obtained until.

the ceremony is performed, and it. also
requires, that at least one qualified witness
shall be: present to vouch for the accuracy
of the statements in the license.

Until-the recent passage of the law tak-
ing away from the justices of the peace
au thority. to perform marriage ceremonies,
it had been very easy for a pair in search

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York or Brooklyn, and, after a twenty-
minute stay in the office of some justice of
the peace in Jersey City, Hoboken, Bay-
onne, or some other city close by, be made
man and wife. Often a little extra com-
pensation to the person who married them
would seal his lips.

‘ Hereafter no justice of the peace may
perform a marriage ceremony. It will be
necessary for the pair to have at least
one day’s residence in the State before

they can get married, and they must also

have some qualified witnesses with them
when they apply for the license.

Morgan Pays $400,000 for Old Manuscripts.

J. Pierpont Morgan, in Rome, Italy, af-
firmed that his Coptic manuscripts are posi-
tively genuine and that the stories that
they are not are all nonsense. A story
printed in New York stated that Egyptolo-
gists were of the opinion that the Coptic
manuscripts bought by Mr. Morgan are
spurious. He paid $400,000 for them. The
manuscripts ate said to have been discov-
ered in excavations in upper Egypt.

It is said that among the manuscripts are
many books of the Bible, as. well as the
lives of the cenobites and the acts of the
martyts. More than half of the New
Testament is included in the manuscripts.

United States Senator Spends $11.50 for
Election Apples.

ited States Senator Shelby M. Cullom,
of Ijlinois, in his return to the secretary
of the Senate of contributions and expen-
ditures in his campaign for reélection to
the Senate said that his friends contributed
$3,260 and his managers spent $2,750 of

\the sum. The two largest contributors to

the campaign were his son-in-law, William
Barrett, Ridgley, former comptroller of the
currency, and ex-Congressman Frank O.
Louden. Each gave $1,000. The senator's
private secretary gave $100. C. H. Gard-
ner, a personal .friend of Senator Cullom,
contributed $500.

Among the expenditures were: for cigars,
$101; apples, $11.50. Most of the expendi-
tures were for printing, postage, lithographs
and advertising.-

Senator Collum added the statement:

“I have no promises or obligations out-
standing and no money or things of value
have been given, contributed, expended,
used or promised by me to the best of my

‘knowledge, recollection, and belief -or by

any agent, representative, or other person
for or on my behalf with knowledge and
consent.”

Simplified Spelling Board Puzzles Over

hinese Puzzle.

The Simplified Spelling Board gathered
in the sun parlor of the Waldorf-Astoria
Hotel, New York, for its sixth annual meet-
ing. The session was given over chiefly to
the election of officers—a treasurer among
others, according to the printed program
pinned to the guarded door.

The door leading to the sun parlor was
as far as any one not a member of the
board was permitted to go. The young
man on guard did admit that Mr. Carnegie

as not in the sun parlor, but when asked
fot further details he said that his lips
were scaled.

The program consisted ots ‘proposed ad-
ditional simplifications,” “reports of the
present status by the cant abiey.” “the nota-

tion of the long vowels and diphthongs,”

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by Professor George O. Curme, of Illinois;
“a Chinese puzzle,” by Doctor Melville
Dewey, and finally other matters.

Only Pee at Madison Squate Garden
Bouts.

The promoters of the Garden A. C. ex-
pect to stage bouts in Madison Square Gar-
den, New York.

The officers of the new club a e: S. M.
William H. Randell,
treasurer, and Thomas J. Ryan, secretary.
The newly formed organization claims to
have a bona-fide lease of the famous arena
and claims also to have adopted all the
necessary steps laid down by the Frawley
law to conduct boxing exhibitions.

From what can be learned it is the in-
tention of the Garden A. C. to bid only for
exhibitions between top-notchers.

Sapphires Colored by Radium.

The coloring of precious stones, particu-
larly sapphires, is the newest of the many
things accomplished with radium, the dis-
covery of Madame Curie, of Paris, France.
The idea is original with a woman who dis
played her work at the Woman’s Indus
trial Exhibition, in New York. In her
booth, which was part of the exhibit known
as the “Arcade of Unusual Callings,’”. were
several specimens of sapphires of every
hue, colored by the use of: bromide or
radium. 3

White stones when placed: in eustare with
radium turn yellow; pale lavender turns.
purple, and the hues qre entirely different
from the original sapphires. now on the
market. The “radium treatment, when ap-
plied to diamonds, has a disastrous effect,
and turns the white gems to yellow, de-
creasing their value. The value of other
stones, however, is increased by the applica-
tion of radium.

The method of coloring the stones is
very simple. They are placed in a glass
with three tubes of 1,800,000 vibrations
each, and allowed to stand for several
days. The longer the stones are in contact
with the radium, the darker they become.

Beware of Certain Beggats.

A band of Oriental fakirs whose mem-
heres call themselves priests, has been’ col-
lecting money fot monasteries and other
alleged charitable institutions in the Far
East for some time past, not only in New
York City, but up-State and elsewhere, ac-
cording to Cardinal Farley, who warns
Catholics and others to beware of the band
lest they be imposed upon.

It is composed of Syrians, Armenians,
and Jacobites, a number,of whom are Mo-
hammedans.

One member of the gang is said to be
a genuine priest of the Syriac rite, who is
in this country without the permission of
his bishop and who has vowed to raise $50,-
ooo in the United States and Canada.

The band has had its headquarters for
some time in a house in New York, whence
its members went out to all parts of the
city and State begging for donations. It.
is said that several up-State bishops and
other clergy were gulled into giving large
sums of money.

Information concerning the fakirs was
given by Doctor Gabriel Oussani, who is
himself an Oriental connected with an arch-
diocesan seminary. Doctor Qussani said
that similar. groups of fakirs have been
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; every six months for the past four or

five years. He has been instrumental in
exposing several of them, He went to live
with the band that came over and in that
manner learned that they: were fakirs.

There were sixteen members in it, and
“when Doctor Oussani came upon them in
an East Side tenement, one was arrayed as
a bishop, another as a priest, and several
as archdeacons.

He said that it was the custom of the
fakirs to present themselves to the clergy
or at schools and ask for contributions for
Eastern monasteries that had been de-
stroyed by the infidel or for the benefit
of other charitable institutions and pur-
poses which were not genuine.

Boy Opens Trout Season in New York.

The distinction of informally opening
the trout season in New York City was
won by “Jack” Gordon, junior, of Helena,
Mont., eight years old, who caught a fish
weighing a pound and a half at the Wal-
dorf-Astoria Hotel, where he was staying
with his parents. His sister Phyllis, six
years old, shared in the glory of the catch.

For more than a week, says the New
York Herald, the Gordon children, whose
father is a wealthy mine owner, had been
the pets of the Waldorf-Astoria, and had
received the freedom of the corridors,
romping around and having the time of
their lives. They come ‘to the hotel four
timés a year with their parents, to remain
for a visit in the city from three to four
weeks.

The targe fountain in the center grill
rgom was put in readiness for opening
the trout season and stocked with several
hundred trout. The Gordon children were
the most interested spectators of the pro-
ceeding.

“What do you put the fish in there for,
mister?’ asked “Jack,” junior, anxious to
keep abreast of everything going on in
the hotel.

“We put ’em,in there,” said the employee
gravely, “for little boys and girls to fish
‘em out.”

“Jack” Gordon, junior, took him at his
word. That night his mother did not un-
derstand when he made a requisition on the
family purse for an extra amount of spend-
ing money. A bell boy, who received a
generous tip, obtained for him two com-
plete sets of fishing tackle. ~

About eleven o’clock in the morning,
when the grill was almost deserted, an un-|
usual commotion was heard in the vicinity
of the fountain. The waiters hurried to
the “‘lee’ side of the fountain and found
Master Gordon struggling with a trout
which he had caught on a hook. Phyllis
was jumping up and down and trying to
smother the dangling fish with her hand-
kerchief. ll

The children had the trout for luncheon,

and it was mot put«on “father’s” bill,
either.
Kentucky High School Boys Whaled in

Bunches,

General “trimming” day was observed at
the Shepherdsville, Ky., high school. On
that day Professor Thompson knocked the
dust off twenty-nine pair of trousers. He
broke all records for- whipping boys. He
met all comers: big boys, little boys, fat
boys, lean boys, bright boys, green boys,
and other boys were called up and liberally
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youngsters had needed a frailing or flailing
ot whaling for some time, and when twen-
ty-seven were caught aiding and encourag-
ing:a fight, Professor Thompson just called
up the whole twenty-nine, including the
fighters, and warmed them up in fine
fashion,

Atizona Senator Blushes When “Called

Down.”

United States Senator Smith, one of the
new members from Arizona, inadvertently,
shocked the dignity and exclusiveness of
the Senate, in Washington, and then begged
the Senate’s pardon, explaining that his er-
ror was due to his freshness.

The senator was recognized to present a
petition, which he said was in the form of
a, resolution of the legislature of his State
protesting against the confirmation of for-

y

‘mer Governor Richard E. Sloan as district

judge of the new State.
Vice President Sherman suggested that

the matter of the petition relating to a

presidential nomination was one for ex-

ecutive session, and not to be printed in the

record, as the senator had requested.
Senator Smith blushed.

Oklahoma Delegate Will Walk to Baltimore
Convention,

Afoot and accompanied by his favorite
hound, a pup, “Cap” Mitchell, of Oklahoma,
will travel from Shattuck, in his State, to
the National Democratic Convention at Bal-
timore in June. He got his inspiration
from the famous “Houn’ Song.”

Mitchell, who is the editor of the Shat-
tuck Monitor, is a- supporter of Champ
Clark for the Democratic presidential nom-
ination. He says he expects to make a
number of political addresses along the
way.

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Renounces Royal Rank to Wed Jewess.

Prince Egon Alexander Von Hohenlohe-
Waldenburg, in Vienna, Austria, re-
nounced his royal right in order to marry
a woman of the Jewish faith, named
Freund,

The Hohenlohes are a mediatized house
of royal. rank. Lota.

80,000 Coke Men Get Increase of Wages.

When it became known in Uniontown,
Pa., that the H. C. Frick Coke Company,
the coke subsidiary of the United States
Steel Corporation, had increased the wages
of its employees 734 per cent, announce-
ment was immediately made by many in-
dependent coke companies in Pennsylvania
that they would take the same.course. The
new scale became at once effective, and
notices were posted throughout the coke
region to that effect. Approximately 80,-
000 men are affected. faa

Littlest Coal Mine is Under Japan Sea,

What is perhaps the most extraordinary
coal mine in the world, as well as the
smallest, is situated on a tiny island in the
Japan Sea, near Nagasaki, and has’ just
sufficient. room upon its surface for the
shafts and the hoisting machinery. The
workings, which are very extensive, extend
in all directions under the sea.

‘To Give Chinese Fait Play in New York.

One of the objects of a mass meeting
which was held at the Peking restaurant, in
New York, was to induce the board of
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town to Chinese women and children.* An-
other object was to suggest means to en-
courage respectable Chinamen, who. have
left their wives at home, to bring them to
Atierica,. : a o
Mrs. James Lee Laidlaw presided at the
meeting and a number of talks were made,
some by Chinese men and women. The
committee in charge of the ‘meeting was
made up of Superintendent of Schools Wil-
liam H. Maxwell, Professor . Frederick
Hirth, of Columbia; Professor George W.
Kirchway, of Columbia; Clarence Perry,
Walter Pulitzer, the Reverend John Haynes
Holmes, the Reverend J. Herman Randall,
the Reverend Stephen S. Wise, Father
Curry, of St. James’; Mrs. William Grant
Brewn, Mrs. Watson Hill Brown, Miss
Marie .Newhaus, and Mrs. Charles Peck.

Harvard Getting Ready for Football,

The. opening football practice of the
Harvard squad for the year began on Sol-
diers’ Field, at Cambridge, Mass., with
thirty-eight candidates out. Three of the
number who reported were veterans, Cap-
tain Wendell, Gardner, and Parmenter.
Coach Haughton put the men through an
hour’s work in passing, springs, and falling
on the ball. The track men came out for
their first work, 110 men reporting.

School Children Make a Spotless Town.

The school children of New Rochelle, N.
Y., began a campaign in all parts of the
city to clean up front and back yards and
to keep the streets and alleys clean.

Mayor Frederick H. Waldorf and Ed-
ward J. Cordial, president of the city coun-
cil, offer gold watches to the boys and
girls who have the cleanest yards and who
cause others to clean their yards by the
end of June.

The children will form corps to patrol
the streets to keep them free of débris and
papers, and ask every person who is in
the habit of throwing papers, fruit skins,
and cigar stumps in the streets to throw
them into receptacles to be placed at inter-
vals by the General Improvement Asso-
ciation, which is headed by Mrs. Lawrence
E. Van Etten. Columbus O’Donnell Iselin
has given $400 toward the work of Mrs.
Van Etten’s association.

Various neighborhood improvement as-
sociations are being formed under the board
of city development, headed by Henry M.
Lester, who will keep vacant lots, the grass
plots on the sidewalks, and the trees
trimmed.

$50,000,000 for Postal Savings Banks.

There may be a total of $50,000,000 in
postal savings banks before the end of
1912. «Fhe National’ City Bank, ina>cir-
cular, says:

“The high record made by .the postal
saving system is best indicated by the fact
that the post offices so far designated have
received deposits aggregating $20,000,000,
with a reasonable prospect that by the end
of the present calendar year this amount
will have been increased to from $40,000,000.
to $50,000,000, with the service fully: self-
supporting. This large sum, which it is as-
serted by the department officials has come
almost entirely from hiding, has been. put
into active circulation, to the mutual. ad-
vantage of the thousands of depositors and
the country at large.” an

  

 

 
 

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Bulls Water iraihee ocwinisce
Bills? Ordeal? or Mine. a0
Bills Casket of Pearls.....
Bill’s ‘‘Totem”’

Bills Mlat-boat sDritteccas ¢
Bill on Deck 5
Bill and the Broncho Buster.
Bill’s Great Round-up....... 5
Bibs Pledge cry se tewane cs
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Bill and the Emigrants.....
Bill Among the Pueblos.....
Bill’s Four-footed Pards.....
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Bills eRick=u pic dialsnies egies os
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Bill’s Waif of the Plains....
Bill Among the Mormons.... 5
Bill’s Assistance. ust
Bill’s Rattlesnake Trail..... 5
Bill and the Slave-dealers.
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Bills tron Bracelets.c sis ..
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Bill and Calamity Jane..... 5
Bill’s Desperate Plight......
Bill and the Yelping. Crew.
Bill’s Guiding Hand.

Bill’s Queer Quest Leas sgel ee ae
Bill’s Prize ‘‘Get-away’’.....
Bill’s Hurricane Hustle...:.
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Bills SV Erackers. isk.

Bill’s Dutch Pard.

Bill and the Bravo.........
Bill and the Quaker? os i. 4:
Bill’s Package of ‘Death.....
Bill’s: Treasure Cache.......
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Bill and the Trouble Hunter.
Bill and the Rope Wizard...
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Bill Among the Cheyennes. .
Bills Besieged weycdercscss Daten 5
Bill and the Red Hand.....
Bill’s Tree-trunk Drift......
Billiand: the: Specter os... 5
Bill and the Red. Feathers...
Bill's King: Strokes wus: 5
Bill, the Desert Cyclone.....
Bill’s Cumbres Scouts....... 5
Bill and the Man-wolf......
Bill and His Winged Pard...
Billsats Babylon? Bare... ..2, 3 5
Bills (one Armin ccs. ae 5
Bill’s Steel Arm Pard....... 5
Bills: Aztech Gide siecle. 5
Bill and Little Firefly...... 5
Bill in the Aztee City... .:. 5
Bill’s Balloon Escape....... 5
Bill and the Guerrillas...... 5
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Bill’s Mexican Mix-up....... 5
Bill and the Gamecock...... a
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Bill and the Taos Terror.... 5

Bill’s Bracelet of Gold......

Bill and the Border Baron.. 5

Bill at Salt River Ranch....
Bill’s Panhandle Man-hunt..
Bil at Blossom Range... 0...

Bill and) Juniper, Joe. . si... . 5

Bills. Binals SCOOP. sci ae. sees
Bulvate Clearwater. vow oa.
Bilis Winnie) Mande ihe i
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Bill in the Bad Lands.......

Bill and the Boy Bugler..... 5

Bill and the Heathen Chinee.
Bill and the Chink War.....

Bill’s Secret Message....... 5
Bill and the Horde of Her-
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Bill’s Lonesome Trail.......
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Bill and Old Moonlight..... i

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Bill’s New Pard

Bill’s “‘Winged Victory’.....
Bills Pieces-of-eight......:..

Bill and the Hight Vaqueros. 2

Bills Wnlicky Siesta... vi)
Bill's: Apache: Clue... 76.
Bill and the Anache Totem..

Bill’’s Golden Wonder....... 5

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Bill and the Hatchet Bovs..

Bill and the Mining Shark.. !

Bill and the Cattle Barons..
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Bills: Bromise: to Pay. ..1. 3.

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Bill and the Wheel of Fate.

Bill and the Poo] of Mystery ,
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Bill and the Ponca Raiders.
Bill’s Boldest Stroke.......
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Bills Blockade awk: onic weve. i

Bill and the Gilded Clique...

Billvand the Boomers)... ... 5

Bill Calls a Halt.
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Bill and the Red Horse Hunt-

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Bills Dangerous Duty...... 5

Bill and the Chief’s Daughter
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Bill’s Battle Cry

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BIS Ram DCCURMisraiiis tee 5 kates.
Bill and the Red Renegade...
Bill and the Apache Kid.

Bill at the Copper Barriers.
Bille: “Pacific “Power. voir. oo
Bill and Chief Hawkchee.

Bill and the Indian Girl....
Bill Across the Rio Grande..
Bill and the Headless Horse-

Bill’s
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Handful of Pearls....
Bill’sigeueploy Woes soci. 6 sr. eis
Bills. Paos! Dotem). o4) tie
Bill and the Pawnee Prophet
Bill and Old Wanderoo......
Bills Merry.” Wars 2 ison i,
Bill and Grizzly Danes...
Bill at Lone Tree Gap......
Bills ‘Praik, of Death i. a.
BilljatceCimaroone Baten: > oo
Bill and the Sluice Robber...
Bill oncWostaRiverisnn 2.2 ss
Bille Onunderbolte. cite. oes.
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Bills Sioux ack lesion. es
Bili and the Talking Statue..
Bill’s’ Medicine: Pratl... 3:2:
Bill and the Knife Wizard...
Bill and the Red Bedouins..

Bill and the Prairie Corsairs
Bill’s Scarlet Pick-up.......
Bill’s Mental Magic ic... 2...
Bill and the Lost Indian....
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Bills Waif of the West.....
Bills: sjugsie With. Mate...)
Bil-and “thes Basilisk... 20...
Bill and the Klan of Kan...
Bill and the Sorceress:.....
Bill in the Ute Outbreak....
Bill and the Border Belle...
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Bills: Clever, Capture... 06.0%
Bill and the White Chief....
Bill and the Gambler.......
Bill and the Black Parson..
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Bill and the Blue Masks....
Bill and the Valley Terrors. .
Bill and the Ranchero King.
Bill and the Affair of Honor
Bill and the Ranger Robbers.
Bill’s Blizzard Pards.......
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Bill on the Mexican Border.. &

Bill and the Conspirator Cap-

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Bill on the Salt Lake Trail. .

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574—Buffalo Bill and the Red Buzzards.

575—Buffalo Bill and the Red Butterfly. . wes
576—Buffalo Bill and the Valley Vigilantes.
577—Buffalo Bill and the Silk. Lasso.......5

578—Buffalo Bill and the Gold Boomers....

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